In the gentle dance of passing years,
Time unfolds its tender wings,
Each wrinkle tells a story dear,
In life’s vast, eternal springs.

Silver threads weave tales untold,
Wisdom cradled in their hue,
A tapestry of moments bold,
In shades of gold and azure blue.

The heart beats with a steady grace,
In every line, a trace of youth,
A beautiful, enduring embrace,
A testament to time’s sweet truth.

In growing older, beauty blooms,
Unveiling layers of the soul,
In every sunrise, life resumes,
A dance towards the ultimate goal.