In the quiet whispers of the night, Time gently weaves its delicate thread, Through memories painted in soft twilight, Stories…
With every sunrise, a story unfolds, Lines etched softly upon the face, Whispers of wisdom in gentle folds, A dance…
In the twilight of our years, we find A zest for life, a wilder kind. No longer bound by rules…
Wrinkles and giggles, hand in hand, Each gray strand, a story grand. Laughter lines, our faces hold, Memories bright, as…
The mirror tells a tale of years gone by, Wrinkles and gray hairs, oh my, oh my! Each line and…
In the quiet whispers of the morning light, I trace the lines of years upon my face, Each wrinkle tells…
Oh, the candles keep on growing, And the cake’s a fire hazard, But we laugh with every blowing, As the…