The Joy of Growing Older
Grace grows where time gently weaves its story.
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)
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15 POINTS OF VIEW:
Knowing each step has made us strong. I love that, Bing. It is lovely to be reading you again.
Thank you so much, Sherry. It feels so nice to be writing again. Your beautiful posts are my guide on prompts. 💖
Indeed, as the song says, something's lost and something's gained in living every day. Welcome to the Word List!
Just what I needed to hear on this gray (haired) day, written with a sprightly rhythm and rhyme, and a spreading smile.
Your closing line says it so well! A beautiful poem and one I can relate to deeply!
Thank you, Shay. I hope to be able to participate regularly. I had fun doing this.
Thank you, Dora.
Thanks for the appreciation, Carrie.
An admirable way to look at it. Life is how we take it and what we make it.
Oh, beautiful life. I love your outlook, your celebration of aging.
THIS!! Your wonderful poem is what will keep you young at heart, in spirit as long as you live! Cheers and Brava!
Indeed, Hedgewitch. Thanks for the appreciation.
Thank you, Susie.
Thanks for appreciating it, Helen.
"Through life’s shifting shades, we stand tall, / Embracing the beauty of it all." - Indeed! Welcome!
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