As years unfold, a story told,
With lines of wisdom, grace in mold,
The silver strands, the gentle hands,
Embrace the time, where beauty stands.

The laughter lines, the soulful eyes,
A mirror to the skies,
Each wrinkle sings, a tale that clings,
To moments lived, like butterfly wings.

The heart grows fonder, memories ponder,
In twilight’s gentle yonder,
With every dawn, a new song drawn,
In life’s harmonious lawn.

So cherish days, in golden rays,
With love that never sways,
For growing old, is pure gold,
A treasure to behold.