In the whisper of the morning breeze,
We find the traces of our yesterdays,
Each wrinkle tells a story, each gray hair a song,
Of a life well-lived, both bitter and sweet.
The mirror reflects a face, familiar yet changed,
Eyes that have seen the world in all its hues,
Hands that have held both joy and sorrow,
A testament to the years that have flown.
In the garden of our memories, flowers bloom,
Each petal a moment, precious and fleeting,
The essence of our journey, captured in time,
A tapestry woven with love and experience.
As the sun sets, casting a golden glow,
We embrace the beauty of aging’s gentle touch,
For in every line and every shadow,
Lies the grace of a life fully embraced.