**I Am Growing Old**
'' The mirror speaks of time’s slow grace ''
By AbbasPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Jovis Aloor on Unsplash
I am growing old, I feel it now,
In softened steps and furrowed brow.
The days stretch long, yet slip away,
Like whispers lost in fading gray.
The mirror speaks of time’s slow grace,
Lines etched deep upon my face.
But with each wrinkle, wisdom grows,
A quiet strength that only shows.
The fire inside still softly burns,
In the shadows of each night.
Though I am growing old, I find,
A deeper beauty in heart and mind.
Life’s truest gifts are still with 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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