In the quiet dance of passing years,
A tapestry woven with threads of grace,
Each day whispers softly in our ears,
A story of time we gently embrace.
Lines etch tales upon our skin,
Memories like leaves in autumn’s flight,
Wisdom blooms where youth has been,
Guiding us through the softening light.
Eyes hold the glow of countless dawns,
Reflections of laughter, sorrow, and dreams,
Aging like rivers that gracefully flow on,
Carving paths where the heart redeems.
In the gentle folds of time’s embrace,
We find beauty in the journey’s end,
For in every wrinkle, every trace,
Lies the love and life weâve come to defend.