In the mirror, lines are softly traced,
Each one a tale, a memory embraced.
Time whispers tales of both joy and strife,
Weaving the rich tapestry of life.

Hair of silver, a crown of grace,
Eyes that twinkle, a youthful trace.
Seasons shift, yet hearts remain,
Through every storm, through every rain.

Hands that tremble, yet hold so tight,
To moments cherished, to love’s pure light.
Through years of laughter, through tears that fall,
The spirit dances, standing tall.

Embrace the journey, every stage,
For wisdom grows with every age.
A life well-lived, a story told,
In every wrinkle, in every fold.