The years may take your pace away
But grant you grace in every day
You rush no more but see with depth
A wisdom shaped by every breath
Grey hair is not a fading flame
But medals time alone can claim
You laugh at stories long and wide
Each one a poem life provides
Aging is not a letting go
But owning life in softer tones
You hold the past the peace the sea
A heart grown calm and endlessly free
Living is not youths domain
But daring still to dream through pain
Even if your steps are slow
Your quiet bloom continues to grow