As the leaves turn golden and fall,
The whisper of time gently calls,
Wrinkles of wisdom on our face,
Each line a story, each line a grace.
The hands of the clock never cease,
Yet in their motion, we find peace,
Memories woven in the tapestry of years,
A mosaic of laughter, sorrow, and tears.
With every sunrise, a new dawn breaks,
In every sunset, a quiet ache,
The passage of time, an endless stream,
Carrying us gently, like a dream.
Embrace the journey, cherish the ride,
For in each moment, life abides,
Aging is but a gentle grace,
A testament to the life we’ve embraced.