Portraits of Past and Present

Whispered winds from ages past,
Speak of times in shadows cast.
Lovers' laughs and children's cries,
Underneath the same old skies.

Present breaths, the here and now,
Furrowed brows and sweat-streaked brow.
Dreams that chase the setting sun,
Knowing we're not the only ones.

From the depths of despair to soaring high,
The past and present together lie.
A tapestry woven with threads of fate,
On this journey, we contemplate.

So here's to the memories, bittersweet,
To the future, we're yet to greet.
In every moment, life does weave,
Portraits of past and present, we believe.