Odes to Yesteryears

In whispers soft, the past remains,
Echoes of laughter, amidst joys and pains.
Memories wrapped in golden hues,
Lost in the morning's early dews.

The dance of time, a fleeting grace,
Moments engraved, yet hard to trace.
With every heartbeat, shadows shift,
An elegy for days adrift.

We cherish the yesteryears once more,
Their silent songs our hearts implore.
In gentle winds, their tales resound,
In every corner of life's profound.