Growing Older Poem by Bidyarnab Das

In life's gentle march, we tread,
Each step a story, each wrinkle, a thread.
Time's tender embrace, a silent guide,
As seasons change, and youth's vigor subsides.

Memories bloom like flowers in spring,
Echoes of laughter, the songs we sing.
Yet shadows lengthen, dusk draws near,
As the passage of years becomes clear.

The mirror reflects the journey we've trod,
Lines etched with wisdom, lessons from God.
With every sunrise, a chapter unfolds,
A tapestry woven in silver and gold.

So let us embrace the grace of age,
For in its embrace, we find the sage.
With hearts enriched, and spirits bold,
Growing older, we truly behold.