In the mirror’s soft light, a story unfolds,
Crow’s feet like whispers, in laughter retold.
Creases of wisdom etched deeper than skin,
Each line a reminder of life’s journeys within.
Liver spots dance like memories aglow,
Moments of joy, heartaches, and woe.
A tapestry woven from laughter and tears,
A testament crafted across passing years.
These marks of the past, they tell of a fight,
Of love that was fierce, and dreams taking flight.
In every wrinkle, a memory gleams,
The beauty of life, woven in seams.
So let time be a friend, as it shapes and it molds,
For every sweet story in these lines unfolds.
In the grace of each age, we find our own art,
Life’s tender embrace, felt deep in each heart.