The Silver Strands of Time November 2023
The mirror whispers tales untold, Of days when skin was young and bold, When eyes like stars, with laughter lit, Held dreams, not wrinkles, softly knit.
The gait that once could dance the storm, Now seeks a hand to keep it warm, The voice that soared on vibrant wings, Hums gentle songs at dawn’s first pings.
But fret not, soul, at twilight’s call, For wisdom lines etch on the wall, A tapestry of memories spun, Where sunlit joys and battles won, Like brushstrokes bold, a life display, Of love that bloomed and tears that lay, Of friendships forged in fire’s light, And whispered truths through starlit night.
The heart, though tempered, beats as strong, With echoes of a vibrant song, For age is not a fading flame, But embers glowing, whispering of fame.
So raise your chin, let laughter climb, Embrace the silver strands of time, For in your eyes, a spirit gleams, A timeless well of endless dreams.
Grow old, dear soul, with grace and fire, Embrace the sunset, fan its pyre, For wisdom whispers, soft and low, The greatest beauty only time can show.
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