In the twilight of our days, we find
The beauty in the lines we bear,
Each wrinkle tells a story, kind,
Of laughter, love, and silent prayer.

As years unfold like petals, bright,
We cherish memories, old and new,
Embracing every dawn and night,
With wisdom that the years accrue.

The silver strands that crown our head,
Are symbols of a life well-spent,
Each moment lived, each tear we shed,
A testament to our content.

And though our steps may falter now,
Our spirits soar with dreams untold,
For in our hearts, we still avow,
The graceful journey of growing old.