In the mirror, I see my past,
A tapestry of days gone by,
Each wrinkle tells a story vast,
Of laughter, tears, and whispered sighs.

The seasons change, and so do I,
With every year that gently fades,
The autumn leaves, they multiply,
In hues of gold and amber shades.

Wisdom grows where youth once played,
A garden rich with life’s embrace,
Though time may steal the light displayed,
It leaves behind a softer grace.

So here’s to growing old with cheer,
To cherish each and every phase,
For in our hearts, we hold what’s dear,
A timeless love that never fades.