In the dawn of youth, we find our way, Through winding paths and skies of gray. The world seems vast,…
Another year has come and gone, My hair is greyer, my steps less strong. Yet laughter lines my face each…
Oh, the joy of getting older, a laugh at every line, With glasses on my forehead, and shoes that never…
Growing up is a silent song, A whisper of time, a gentle throng. Each moment lingers, then slips away, Casting…
In the blink of an eye, the days go by, A childâs laughter fades, replaced by sighs. The world keeps…
In the twilight of our years, we rise, Not to wither quietly, but to defy, With laughter that echoes through…
In the whispers of the wind, I hear the stories told, Of days gone by, of memories old. With each…