As days turn into years, and seasons change,
We find beauty in the lines that softly form,
Each wrinkle tells a story, rich and strange,
Of laughter, love, and weathering the storm.

The mirror shows a face that’s lived and learned,
Each silver strand a testament of grace,
In every glance, a fire that hasn’t burned,
But rather smolders, lighting up the space.

Time carves its patterns, intricate and wise,
Infusing strength where youth once took its place,
And in the twilight, under gentle skies,
We find a deeper beauty to embrace.

So let us cherish every fleeting year,
For growing older is a gift, profound,
With every memory, both far and near,
We weave a legacy, forever bound.