In the quiet glow of dawn’s first light,
Soft whispers of time begin to unfold,
Lines of wisdom drawn upon the face,
Stories untold, in silence, grow bold.

With every year, a leaf turns gold,
In the garden of memories, sweet and vast,
Lessons learned in the dance of life,
Etched in the heart, forever to last.

The rivers of time carve paths anew,
In the soul where dreams once lay,
Depths of wisdom, a gentle embrace,
Guiding us softly through each day.

Age is but a tender cloak we wear,
Wrapped in the warmth of life’s embrace,
Growing older, growing wiser still,
Finding beauty in every trace.