Reflections Of A Senior

I am a senior, aged with grace,

The lines you see upon my face

Are not just wrinkles—they are maps,

Of love and loss, of gentle naps.

I sit in the sunlight, my heart full of grace,

With memories dancing, time's gentle embrace.

Each line on my face tells a story, a tale,

Of laughter, of heartache, of dreams that prevail.

I’ve seen the world change, like leaves in the breeze,

Yet the warmth of connection puts my heart at ease.

I’ve danced in rain, and wept at night,

But always walked toward the light.

I’ve wandered through seasons, both stormy and clear,

Gathering moments, each precious and dear.

In the quiet of twilight, I cherish the view,

For the beauty of living shines brightly and true.

I may walk slow, but I still see

The beauty in a blooming tree.

My hands are worn, but still they hold

The warmth of memories, young and old.

Each scar I bear, each silver strand,

Was earned with time and made me stand.

I don't seek pity, don’t feel small—

I’ve lived a life, and I recall

That strength is quiet, kind, and still,

And courage lies in heart and will.

Here I stand, with a heart open wide,

Embracing each moment, with love as my guide.

I am a senior—strong and free,

With wisdom that the years gave me.

So sit with me, and hear me through—

I have a tale or two for you.

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