Aging And Self-Reflection Poem by ashok jadhav

The mirror holds a face both strange and known,
Lines etched like rivers where my laughter flowed;
Each silver thread recalls the seeds I've sown,
The quiet paths and roads I once bestowed.
I trace the echoes of my younger days,
The dreams that soared too swiftly toward the sky;
The heart remembers joy in tender ways,
And learns to welcome sorrow's gentle sigh.
Time whispers truths I could not hear before,
Its lessons wrapped in patience, calm, and grace;
I see the self I am, the self I bore,
Reflected softly in each weathered face.
Aging brings both loss and gentle gain,
A deeper peace, a wisdom born of pain.