Growing olderâs quite the jest, lifeâs little comedy, Wrinkles form like roadmaps, marking where we’ve been. Hair turns silver, a…
As leaves of autumn fall, so do our days, With whispers of the wind, in golden haze. Each wrinkle tells…
In the mirror, lines etch tales unseen, A tapestry of years, in silver sheen. Each wrinkle, a memory softly kissed,…
With each year that passes, I dance a wilder tune, Ignoring whispers of age, embracing the afternoon. The lines on…
Wrinkles tell tales of laughter and glee, Each line a chapter in lifeâs waggish spree. Graying hair, a crown of…
As days turn into years, the mirror softly reveals, Lines that tell our stories, our laughter, and our tears. Each…
Seasons change and so do we, In the mirror, new lines I see. Silver strands reflect the light, Wisdom grows…