Along the path of fleeting time, we stroll,
With every year, our stories gently told.
The silver threads weave wisdom in our hair,
And laughter lines are etched with tender care.

Each sunset brings a palette rich and bright,
With hues of life, both dark and light.
In every wrinkle, beauty finds its place,
A testament to years that we embrace.

The hands of time, they sculpt us with such grace,
Leaving marks of love upon our face.
And though the days may turn to twilight’s hue,
In every dawn, our spirits are renewed.

So here’s to age, a journey pure and fine,
A dance with time, both yours and mine.
With every step, we grow, we learn, we see,
The beauty in the years that set us free.