As years unfold, the mirror shows,
The lines of life etched on our brows.
Each wrinkle tells a tale that’s spun,
Of battles fought and victories won.

In youth, we chase elusive dreams,
Unaware of what life truly means.
But age bestows a clearer sight,
Revealing truths in soft twilight.

The heart grows tender, wisdom deep,
In silent nights, our souls we keep.
With every step, a lesson learned,
From bridges crossed and pages turned.

So let us greet each passing day,
With gratitude for life’s ballet.
For in the dance of time, we find,
The beauty of a seasoned mind.