Once you were a spring in bloom,Now you creak like an old wooden room.Yet laughter lines your aging face,Embracing time’s…
In the mirror, a stranger stares back, With lines etched deep, a map of tales, Each wrinkle tells a story,…
Beneath the earth, in shadows deep, Lies gold in slumber, quiet and still, A treasure of dreams, secrets to keep,…
As candles multiply, so do the laughs, Each wrinkle a tale, each crinkle a craft. Balloons may sag, but spirits…
Amidst the clatter of restless hearts, Coins whisper tales of endless schemes. In gilded dreams where silence starts, They weave…
Once I was young and spry,Leaping with dreams up high.Now I wake with a groan,Forgetting where I left my phone.These…
In the heart of the earth, where dreams unfold, Lies the precious gleam of radiant gold. Born of fire, tempered…
Wrinkles and gray, a badge of pride, Each line a tale, no need to hide. Glasses perched upon the nose,…