In the whisper of the morning light,
We trace the lines of time’s gentle hand,
Each wrinkle a story, a silent fight,
Etched in the sand of life’s vast land.
The echoes of youth fade softly away,
Yet wisdom blooms where innocence once lay,
In the garden of memories we stay,
Watching the world as it turns to gray.
The seasons pass in a tender embrace,
With the grace of autumn’s golden leaves,
We find beauty in the slower pace,
In the tapestry time weaves and weaves.
Though shadows lengthen with the setting sun,
Our hearts remain young, forever bright,
In the dance of life, we are never done,
Growing old with love as our guiding light.