ECSTASY OF OLD AGE

In days of youth, we chase the sun,

Our hearts afire, and our spirits won.

But as the years go by, we find,

A beauty in the passing of time.

 

The lines upon our face, they tell,

A story of a life well-lived.

Of laughter, love, and tears that fell

And memories that we hold dear.

 

Our eyes, once bright, now soft and wise,

Have seen the rise and fall of skies.

And in their depths, a gentle light,

That shines with grace and dignity.

 

Our hair, once full of life and bounce,

Now silver, like the moon's soft glow.

A testament to life's sweet course,

And all the love we've known below.

Our hands, once strong, now wrinkled and worn,

Have held the hands of those we've loved.

In old age, we find peace, and beauty that the years release,

For all the joys and all the strife,

Have brought us to this place of life.

So let us embrace this time of grace,

 And cherish every moment we find,

 For in the ecstasy of old age,

We find the ecstasy of the heart and mind.

Muneeza Ali FA part II