In the quiet dawn of morning light,
I find the lines upon my face,
Each one a story of days gone by,
A testament to time’s gentle embrace.

With every year, a new layer unfolds,
Wisdom blooms in the garden of the soul,
Lessons learned from joys and tears,
Guide my heart towards a distant goal.

The world, once vast and full of wonder,
Now seen through the eyes of grace,
In the mirror, a reflection of change,
Yet within, the spirit finds its place.

Age is but a number, a simple guide,
To a life lived rich with love and strife,
In growing older, I find my truth,
A journey marked by the depth of life.