The sun sets softly on a weathered face,
Each wrinkle a story, a memory’s trace.
In the quiet moments, the years unfold,
A tapestry of life, both young and old.

Eyes that have seen the world’s vast expanse,
Now gaze with wisdom, a thoughtful glance.
Hands that once held dreams and desire,
Now rest gently, having walked through fire.

The heart, though aged, still beats with grace,
Embracing love, in its rightful place.
Each breath a testament to strength and strife,
A journey cherished, a precious life.

As time whispers its gentle sigh,
We find beauty in the blink of an eye.
For aging is but a dance with time,
A sacred rhythm, a poet’s rhyme.