In the whisper of morning light,
Lines etch softly upon the face,
Each a story, a silent fight,
A testament to time’s gentle pace.

Hands that once held dreams so tight,
Now cradle moments, tenderly slow,
In every wrinkle, a dance of light,
A life’s journey, an endless flow.

Eyes that have seen both joy and pain,
Gaze with wisdom, deep and wide,
In aging, there’s a quiet gain,
Of love, of loss, of time’s endless tide.

Embrace the years with open arms,
For in their folds lies beauty rare,
The gentle passage, with all its charms,
Is life’s own whispered, loving care.