I find solace in stillness, a haven from strife,
Sitting quietly, listening to the rhythm of life.
No longer the mind's frantic chatter I heed,
Nourishing kindness, embracing each hour.
The white strands appearing, a crown I now wear,
A testament to wisdom, a journey to share.
Each wrinkle, a story, etched lines on my face,
Each wrinkle, a story, etched lines on my face,
A roadmap of laughter, a testament to grace.
They speak of resilience, of battles I've won,
A twinkle still dances, a battle well done.
I welcome this journey, the silver and gold,
The wisdom I've gathered, a story untold.
Time ticks on gently, a friend, not a foe,
“I’m happy to report that my inner child is still ageless.”
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