Through soft whispers,  
the years unfold,  
I share my stories  
with the young and old.  
Silver hair glistens
and laughter leaves its trace,  
each line defining its glory,  
as a new wrinkle on my face.  

With my wisdom rising,  
comes a rite to fear,  
as time’s gentle hand,  
is always near.  
Guiding me onward,  
as I gracefully age,  
embracing my life's journey,  
as I turn my last page.

©️Lizzie Bevis