Patina and rust on old iron gates
Life leaves its mark never waits
Time flows on forgotten trails
Stories hidden in the nails
Wooden benches worn and gray
Echoes linger from yesterday
Fading whispers in the night
Memories grasping the light
Patina and rust they must
Tell tales of time in dust
Every line a thread to trust
Age is gold patina and rust
Broken pots in gardens grow
Wisdom found in what we sow
Wrinkles in an elder’s face
Time and love in every place
Patina and rust they must
Tell tales of time in dust
Every line a thread to trust
Age is gold patina and rust
Tarnished dreams never fade
Life’s colors won’t invade
In the worn and wise we find
Beauty in the sands of time