In the quiet whispers of the night,
Time gently weaves its delicate thread,
Through memories painted in soft twilight,
Stories untold, dreams long fed.

With each dawn’s light, a new chapter unfolds,
Lines of laughter trace a path so dear,
In the mirror of life, truth gently molds,
The beauty of age, embracing no fear.

Leaves of youth fall, making way for grace,
A tapestry woven with lessons learned,
In every wrinkle, a tale to embrace,
A heart with wisdom, eternally yearned.

The sands of time may shift and sway,
Yet in this journey, we find our song,
In growing older, we find our way,
A melody of life, where we belong.