Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe mirror holds a stranger's face,As if I've somehow fallen from grace.Lines etched there like rivers through years,Each wrinkle earned through laughter and tears.My movements once quick are now slow with care,While silver and white threads weave through my hair.The dreams I chased in youth's bright glowSeem lifetimes past, yet moments ago.My children's children laugh and play,While I sit watching from where I stay.These bones grow weary, joints grow tight,Yet memories burn forever bright.The mirror shows what time has done,But cannot dim what I've become.Though flesh may age and I now require aid,The love within will never fade.I've learned that beauty isn't youth,But finding peace in simple truth.That wisdom comes with passing days,And joy can bloom in gentle ways.So let the years add it's lines and gray,Each mark a story from along the way.For though this body may show its age,My heart writes on a timeless page.