With every sunrise, a wrinkle unfolds,
Stories etched in lines of gold.
Wisdom whispers through the years,
A testament to joys and fears.
The mirror reflects a face so kind,
A journey mapped in the mind.
Each silver strand a tale untold,
Of dreams pursued, of hearts consoled.
Laughter mingles with the tears,
A melody of all our years.
Hands once steady, now embrace,
The gentle rhythm of life’s pace.
In the twilight, we find grace,
In every wrinkle, in every trace.
Growing old, a dance so true,
Celebrating the past, embracing the new.