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Time drapes its cloak upon my days,
As golden light begins to fade.
The years have carved their gentle lines,
A tapestry of shifting times.
Wisdom whispers through the years,
In laughter shared and fallen tears.
The mirror shows a life well-spent,
In every crease, a story lent.
Memories, like leaves, drift down,
Softly settling on the ground.
Though age may bend the body’s frame,
The spirit burns with constant flame.
With each new dawn, a chance to see,
That growing old’s a gift to me.
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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Special one , got a lot of talent