With every year that passes by,
A new layer of wisdom we gain.
Lines on our faces tell stories,
Of laughter, love, and sometimes pain.

Age is but a number, they say,
Yet it brings a depth to our soul.
The beauty in growing older,
Is a treasure we gently unfold.

Seasons change and so do we,
Like leaves turning gold in the fall.
Embracing each moment with grace,
Answering life’s gentle call.

So let us cherish these days,
As a gift from time’s own hand.
For growing older is beautiful,
A journey so uniquely grand.