In the quiet dawn of life’s twilight,
We find the echoes of days gone by,
Moments treasured, memories bright,
As the years like rivers flow and sigh.

Wrinkles trace the stories told,
Of laughter, love, and tears,
Each line a testament so bold,
A journey through the years.

Silver threads in hair appear,
As wisdom blooms with grace,
The heart grows tender, crystal clear,
In every line upon our face.

Embrace the season, embrace the age,
For in the autumn of our days,
We stand upon a golden stage,
And life’s beauty gently stays.