In the quiet whispers of the golden dawn,
Time weaves its gentle, unseen thread,
Etching stories on the canvas of skin,
As the heart learns the rhythm of age.

Leaves fall in the dance of seasons,
Yet wisdom blooms like eternal spring,
Eyes that once sparkled with youthful fire,
Now hold the depth of countless suns.

The echoes of laughter, of love’s embrace,
Carried on winds of memory’s grace,
Though hands may tremble, and steps may slow,
The spirit finds solace in moments aglow.

Embrace the shadows that twilight casts,
For within them, new light is born,
In every crease, a tale unfolds,
Celebrating the beauty of growing old.