At the dawn of forty years, a gentle pause,
Timeâs whispers weave through autumn’s gentle mist.
Each line a story of battles fought and won,
A tapestry of moments, both tender and fierce.
The echoes of youth, a distant melody,
Dance with the shadows of newfound grace.
Wisdom blooms where innocence once stood,
A garden tended by both tears and laughter.
The heart, a vessel of cherished dreams,
Beats with rhythms of love and loss.
In the mirror, a reflection of life’s journey,
A canvas painted with the colors of time.
Embrace the gift of fortyâs embrace,
A chapter penned with courage and light.
With open arms, greet the horizon ahead,
For every moment is a step towards eternity.