Silver Strands of Time

Silver Strands of Time

Silver hairs now replace the brown,

a crown of wisdom, not renown.

Wrinkled skin tells tales untold,

of days once bright, now soft and old.

Each line etched deep, a life well-spent,

a map of moments, where time went.

The mirror reflects both loss and gain,

for every year holds joy and pain.

Though youth may fade, the heart still burns,

with dreams and lessons that life returns.

Silver strands and weathered grace,

are marks of strength time can’t erase.

With every heartbeat, a story unfolds,

a legacy woven in memories bold.

For in this journey, the soul learns to shine,

embracing each season, a treasure divine.