As the days turn into years, we find,
The beauty in lines etched by time,
Each wrinkle tells a story of its kind,
A testament to a life lived in prime.

Silver strands that shimmer in the light,
Eyes that hold wisdom, sharp and bright,
Hands that have weathered many a fight,
Hearts that still beat with gentle might.

We dance through decades, slow and bold,
In the embrace of memories, we hold,
Cherishing moments both new and old,
In the tapestry of life, our stories unfold.

Growing old is not a path to fear,
But a journey to hold dear,
With every step, we persevere,
Embracing the grace of each passing year.