In the mirror, lines etch tales unseen,
A tapestry of years, in silver sheen.
Each wrinkle, a memory softly kissed,
By the gentle hands of time, not missed.

The days unfold like petals in the dawn,
With grace, we greet each waking morn.
The echoes of laughter, the whispers of tears,
We hold them close, through fleeting years.

Through seasons passed, and those to come,
We find our strength, in what we’ve become.
With every dusk, a new dawn’s light,
We cherish moments, pure and bright.

For aging is a journey, not a race,
A dance of wisdom, love, and grace.
In every chapter, we find our truth,
Embracing life, in endless youth.