In the quiet corridors of silvered years,
Where memories dance in gentle embrace,
The echoes of laughter, and silent tears,
We find the beauty in time’s soft trace.

Wrinkles tell tales of battles won,
Each line a journey, a path untold,
Eyes that sparkle with the morning sun,
Wisdom unfurls as the heart grows bold.

The hands that once cradled dreams anew,
Now hold the warmth of a lifelong quest,
Through seasons of life, both storm and blue,
In age, we find our souls at rest.

So let us cherish this gentle descent,
Into the arms of time’s tender grace,
For in the twilight, our hearts are content,
Embracing life at a slower pace.