With each dawn, a new chapter unfolds,
Timeâs gentle whisper, a story so old.
Wrinkles like rivers, tell tales of yore,
In the mirror of life, we see much more.
Silver threads weave through hair once bright,
Eyes that sparkle with wisdomâs light.
Laughter lines etched deep and true,
Each smile a testament, of all we knew.
Hands that have held both joy and pain,
Hearts that beat through sun and rain.
The dance of years in every move,
A symphony of life, in age we groove.
Embrace the years, let them gently flow,
For in aging, true beauty does grow.
The gentle whisper of time, so divine,
In every wrinkle, a life so fine.