n the end, when twilight fades away,
And darkness conquers the dying day,
We ponder all that we have been,
On this earthly stage, a fleeting scene.
In the end, as time slips through our grasp,
We reflect on moments that went too fast,
Regrets and triumphs both intertwine,
As we search for truths we hope to find.
In the end, when faces age with grace,
And wisdom lines etch upon our face,
We savor memories like sweetest wine,
Finding solace in lessons we've refined.
In the end, the battles we have fought,
The scars and wounds that taught us what we sought,
We stand tall, victors of our own strife,
In the tapestry of this precious life.
In the end, as whispers of the past,
Echo softly, reminding us, steadfast,
That every choice, every step we tread,
Shapes our story, long after we've fled.
In the end, as we take our final breath,
We embrace the beauty and embrace the death,
For in this realm of joy and tears,
We've experienced the breadth of all our fears.
In the end, our frail bodies turn to dust,
But our souls carry on, in love's eternal trust,
For even as time claims its steady toll,
True essence lives on, a never-ending role.
So let us cherish each fleeting day,
Knowing that in the end, love lights the way,
For in this journey that we all must face,
Love is our guide, our saving grace.