Growing Older

In youth's golden light, we danced with glee,

With boundless energy and hearts carefree.

But as days pass by, seasons take their toll,

A bittersweet journey, as we all grow old.

The whispers of time etch upon our face,

Laugh lines and wrinkles, each a memory's trace.

The once vibrant hair now touched by gray,

A testament to a life lived on this day.

The pace that once fluttered now slows its beat,

But wisdom's seed grows, its roots so deep.

We've tasted life's joys and weathered its storms,

With stories of triumphs and lessons learned.

Each passing year adds pages to our book,

A tapestry woven as the years unhook.

Reflections of battles fought and won,

Moments cherished, loves that have begun.

Yet, though our bodies may weaken and tire,

A spirit within continues to inspire.

For age is not measured in lines on the face,

But by the light in our eyes and the depths of grace.

With silver strands and a heart full of gold,

We embrace the journey, as the story unfolds.

Through joys and sorrows, as life's tapestry we weave,

Growing older, we learn to truly believe.

For age is not a burden, but a crown we wear,

A mark of resilience, a life's rich affair.

And in the twilight years, we find our voice,

A wisdom that only comes from life's own choice.

So let the years pass, let the wrinkles show,

Our hearts still dance with a vibrant glow.

For growing older is a privileged art,

A symphony of memories that plays in the heart.

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