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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