As years unfold, like pages of a book,
Each chapter tells a tale, with every look.
The lines upon our faces, softly drawn,
Speak of battles won and loves forgone.

In youth, the world seemed vast and bright,
A canvas waiting for our dreams to write.
Now, with wisdom, we see the hues, so clear,
The blending shades of joy and fear.

The hands of time, they never cease to move,
Teaching us the dance of life to groove.
Embrace the moments, both bitter and sweet,
For in their essence, life’s truths we meet.

Growing older is a gentle, graceful art,
A journey marked by the beat of the heart.
With every step, we find our true place,
In the eternal, boundless, infinite space.