Aging’s Gift: A Poem

With every wrinkle, a story unfolds,
A chapter written in days of gold.
The laugh lines trace the joy once shared,
The silver strands show how deeply you cared.

Time’s gentle hand may slow your pace,
But wisdom lingers in its embrace.
Each moment cherished, each memory bright,
You are a beacon, a guiding light.

Aging is not the end, but a stage anew,
A journey of grace, a life’s review.
So wear your years with pride untold,
For a heart that loves will never grow old.