The Gentle Passage of Time and the Grace of Growing Old

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As seasons change and years unfold,
We walk the paths of stories told.
With silvered hair and lines that show,
The wisdom gained, the hearts that grow.

The mirror reflects a face so dear,
Each wrinkle tells a tale sincere.
Of laughter shared and tears that fell,
A life well-lived, with much to tell.

In twilight’s glow, we find our peace,
Embracing time, its sweet release.
For every dawn that brightly shines,
We cherish moments, woven fine.

So let us age with grace and pride,
With love and joy along the ride.
For in the end, it’s clear to see,
The beauty of our legacy.

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