In the mirror’s gentle gaze,
Reflections of a life well-spent,
Lines that speak of laughter’s days,
And whispers of the years that went.
Time weaves its tapestry so fine,
Silver threads among the gold,
Stories told through eyes that shine,
As youthful dreams begin to unfold.
Each season brings a gift anew,
Wisdom wrapped in moments past,
In every sunrise, every dew,
A reminder that nothing lasts.
Yet in the fading light of dusk,
A glow emerges, soft and bright,
A soul that never turns to rust,
Finding beauty in the night.