Silver Strands of Time
Each grey hair is a story to tell learned

Silver Strands of Time
Silver hairs now replace the brown,
a crown of wisdom, not renown.
Wrinkled skin tells tales untold,
of days once bright, now soft and old.
Each line etched deep, a life well-spent,
a map of moments, where time went.
The mirror reflects both loss and gain,
for every year holds joy and pain.
Though youth may fade, the heart still burns,
with dreams and lessons that life returns.
Silver strands and weathered grace,
are marks of strength time can’t erase.
With every heartbeat, a story unfolds,
a legacy woven in memories bold.
For in this journey, the soul learns to shine,
embracing each season, a treasure divine.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️




Comments (3)
beautiful way of expressing reality
Gorgeous work! 💕
An amazing poem!