In the quiet dawn of silver strands,
The mirror reflects tales untold,
A tapestry woven by patient hands,
Where wisdom and grace unfold.

Each wrinkle, a map of laughter and tears,
Etched by the passing of days,
A story of courage, of conquered fears,
In life’s ever-changing maze.

The heart beats with a steady song,
A rhythm that’s gentle and wise,
Embracing the journey, where we belong,
Beneath the vast, open skies.

So let us dance through the sands of time,
With spirits forever free,
Cherishing each moment, sublime,
In the beauty of aging’s decree.