In the quiet dawn, they rise with grace,
Weathered by time, yet unyielding in face.
Their eyes hold stories, deep and true,
A testament to all they’ve been through.

Wisdom flows from their gentle speech,
Lessons learned, now within reach.
They walk with purpose, steady and sure,
A beacon of strength, their hearts pure.

Through trials and triumphs, they’ve grown wise,
With every fall, they choose to rise.
Compassion and kindness, their guiding light,
In their presence, the world feels right.

A mature soul, a gift to behold,
Their journey a story, beautifully told.
In every wrinkle, a tale of might,
An inspiration, shining bright.