In the mirror, time softly whispers,
Tracing lines upon the skin,
Memories woven in silver threads,
Each wrinkle a tale, each crease a dream.

The heart, a vessel of countless dawns,
Beats with the wisdom of years gone by,
Eyes that have seen the world unfold,
Carry stories untold, a life in bloom.

Hands that have held both joy and sorrow,
Crafting a life with gentle grace,
Embracing change with open arms,
Time’s embrace, a gentle dance.

In the twilight, a serene acceptance,
Of time’s gentle, relentless flow,
Aging not an end, but a beautiful journey,
A path of grace, where wisdom grows.