Yes, getting older is our destiny,
But, how old, and how long does it take?
Aging Well is my thought this morning.
The years may line the face and brow,
But spirit shines much brighter now.
A wisdom born from miles walked through,
A grace that only time can brew.
Laughter deepens, patience grows,
In every scar, a story shows.
The mirror’s tale may shift and change,
Yet inside, youth and heart remain.
For age, it seems, refines the soul,
Polishes rough edges whole.
And though the years may come and go,
The heart grows young, in steady glow.