The Joy of Growing Older
The angles of life, once sharp and bright,
Now soften with time, bathed in gentle light.
Each passing year a treasure to hold,
A story colored in hues of gold.
The mirror reflects a wiser face,
A canvas of love, of laughter, and grace.
Older we grow, yet younger at heart,
A masterpiece where all seasons play a part.
Through life’s shifting shades, we stand tall,
Embracing the beauty of it all.
Aging with joy, like a timeless song,
Knowing each step has made us strong.
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Poetry Prompt: Shay's Word Garden (Poetry and Such Like)