In the twilight of life, a golden son stands,
A lifetime of wisdom in his weathered hands.
He once thought of endings, of life's final stage,
But fate had a plan, a different page.
With each passing year, the world grew gray,
Yet a young son arrived, bringing hope his way.
In the eyes of the child, he saw a new start,
A reason to live, a beating heart.
The golden son once dreamt of peaceful rest,
Of bidding farewell to this world's behest.
But now he knows, his purpose is clear,
To shield the young son from any fear.
In the old man's embrace, the young one finds,
A shelter of love, where his heart unwinds.
The golden son's spirit, once near to the door,
Now thrives with the young one he adores.
With laughter and joy, they weave their tale,
Through trials and triumphs, their bond won't fail.
The old man, once weary, now dances with glee,
For the young son has shown what life can be.
Together they learn, both young and old,
The beauty of life, its secrets untold.
In the golden son's heart, a new fire is lit,
As he cherishes each moment, he's reluctant to quit.
For the young son depends on the love he imparts,
And the old man discovers a purpose in his heart.
Their souls intertwine, as life's threads align,
In this timeless dance, their spirits combine.
So, hand in hand, they journey through time,
The golden son and the young son, sublime.
In each other's embrace, they find their way,
A bond that grows stronger with each passing day.