The mirror holds a story, etched in lines of grace,
Each wrinkle tells a tale, of moments time can’t erase.
With silver strands that shimmer, like moonlight in the night,
We find a deeper beauty, in the gentle fading light.

The hands that once were nimble, now move with tender care,
Yet in their slower rhythm, there’s a wisdom they declare.
Eyes that sparkled brightly, now softly hold a glow,
Reflecting years of laughter, and tears that helped us grow.

The heart that beats within us, though weathered by the years,
Is filled with richer love, and memories held dear.
With every passing season, we learn to let things go,
Embracing every moment, as we gracefully grow old.

So let us cherish aging, not as a loss of youth,
But as a journey deeper, into the soul’s own truth.
For in the gentle passage, of time that goes unseen,
We find the ageless beauty, of a life that’s lived serene.