In the twilight of our days, We walk hand in hand, Through fields of gold and memories, With hearts that…
The mirror shows a tale untold, Of laugh lines and stories bold, Each wrinkle a chapter in the book, Of…
As years unfold, the mirror shows, The lines of life etched on our brows. Each wrinkle tells a tale that’s…
Another year has come and gone, My hair is greyer, my steps less strong. Yet laughter lines my face each…