In the gentle folds of time’s embrace,
Lies a beauty unseen by youthful eyes,
A tapestry woven with threads of grace,
Where wisdom blooms, and old fears die.

Lines upon the face, a story untold,
Each wrinkle a journey, a lesson learned,
In the autumn of life, as days unfold,
The soul finds peace, and hearts are turned.

Silver strands dance in the morning light,
Reflecting years of laughter and tears,
In the mirror, shines a spirit bright,
Bravely facing the twilight years.

So let us cherish the gift of age,
The gentle strength and quiet power,
For in the pages of life’s endless stage,
Growing older is a beautiful flower.