In the tapestry of days, shadows softly grow,
Whispering tales of years gently flown.
The mirror reflects a face of wisdom untold,
Each line a story, each wrinkle a gold.

Leaves fall in autumn, yet beauty they find,
A dance of colors in the whispers of time.
The heart beats steady, with memories bold,
In the silent embrace of growing old.

Stars still shine in the evening sky,
Guiding dreams that never die.
The soul finds peace where stories unfold,
In the gentle journey of growing old.

With every dawn, new light unfolds,
In the warmth of love, a heart consoled.
The spirit sings with a voice untold,
A timeless symphony of growing old.