On life’s stage, years weave tales untold,
In time’s embrace, mysteries unfold.
In the twilight of sunset, a golden glow,
A wisdom deep, like the roots below.
I waltz with days, I tango with years,
Each wrinkle earned is a testament that cheers.
Youth’s fleeting dance, a whirlwind of delight,
Now echoes softly in the fading light.
Yet, in my wrinkles, stories find their place,
A roadmap etched on this familiar face.
Oh, silver threads criss-cross my thinning hair,
Each one a badge, a memory to bear.
The looking glass reflects a journey well-traveled,
In laughter lines, the years neatly unraveled.
I no longer seek perfection’s transient guise,
I just focus on the beauty through my eyes.
Hands once nimble, show age’s grace,
Yet, in their touch is a love time can’t erase.
No longer yearning for tasks to grasp,
I now cherish moments to tenderly clasp.
A once-vibrant body, now slower to move,
Yet, in its stillness is a strength that’s my groove.
Within the fabric of aging, love is the thread,
A timeless masterpiece, where joy is spread.
In the dance of time, aging is a sweet rhyme,
No room for regrets, just lessons sublime.
As the calendar turns its steady page,
Age is but a number on life’s stage.
For in the mirror’s gaze, I see a soul set free,
Embracing the beauty of being me.
I turned 60 last year, a big milestone. My friends asked, “How do you feel?”
