When youth burns bright within your veins,
bow gently before the silver of age.
When strength fills your hands like a rising tide,
lift the one whose feet can no longer carry him.
And when truth stands with you,
like a lantern in the night,
forgive the one who stumbles in the dark.
For time is a silent alchemist.
It turns the swift into the slow,
the mighty into the fragile,
and the certain into the mistaken.
One day
your hair will borrow the colour of winter,
your hands will tremble like leaves in late autumn,
and your heart will whisper:
“I, too, have erred.”
So scatter mercy along your path
as a traveler scatters seeds.
For tomorrow
you may walk the same road
hungry for the shade
of the kindness you once planted.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 11:26 PM UTC
When youth burns bright within your veins,
bow gently before the silver of age.
When strength fills your hands like a rising tide,
lift the one whose feet can no longer carry him.
And when truth stands with you,
like a lantern in the night,
forgive the one who stumbles in the dark.
For time is a silent alchemist.
It turns the swift into the slow,
the mighty into the fragile,
and the certain into the mistaken.
One day
your hair will borrow the colour of winter,
your hands will tremble like leaves in late autumn,
and your heart will whisper:
“I, too, have erred.”
So scatter mercy along your path
as a traveler scatters seeds.
For tomorrow
you may walk the same road
hungry for the shade
of the kindness you once planted.
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