In the quiet morning light,
I see the years unfold,
Each wrinkle tells a story,
Of lessons learned, untold.

The paths once shadowed by doubt,
Now shine with clarity,
Time, the gentle teacher,
Guides with sincerity.

Memories like whispered winds,
Dance softly in my mind,
With age comes gentle wisdom,
A gift, tender and kind.

Embracing each new season,
With grace and open heart,
The journey of growing older,
A masterpiece of art.