In the mirror’s reflection, lines softly trace,
The stories of years, a gentle embrace.
Each wrinkle a whisper of laughter and tears,
Carving the path through the tapestry of years.

Time, the silent artist, paints with grace,
On the canvas of life, each moment in place.
Autumn leaves fall, yet beauty remains,
In the heart’s quiet corners, where love sustains.

The strength in the eyes, a testament of time,
Wisdom entwined in the rhythm of rhyme.
As days turn to night, the stars gently glow,
Guiding the journey where only the brave go.

Embrace the passage, the dance of the years,
For in aging, the soul’s true beauty appears.
With each dawn comes a promise anew,
In the gentle unfolding of a life we pursue.