The Tides Of Time Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In a world where wonder weaves through days,
A child awakens in golden rays,
With laughter as light as the breeze can be,
Feet dancing free, a boundless spree.

Tiny hands grasp the morning dew,
Chasing dreams that seem endlessly new,
Every fall is met with a daring grin,
For in youth's embrace, the adventure begins.

With each passing year, the body will grow,
Strength like a river, a constant flow.
Climbing trees with a heart full of cheer,
Reaching for stars that shimmer so near.

Time pages turn, and the years gently fold,
The leaps turn to strolls, from silver to gold.
Once nimble feet that could run like the wind,
Now shuffle and pause, as the journey begins.

Imperfect echoes of laughter and song,
The body remembers what it once could prolong.
Flexible joints, now weary and frail,
Yet wisdom, like twilight, begins to unveil.

For in every line that etches the face,
Lives the laughter, the love, and life's fleeting grace.
With stories like rivers flowing through veins,
Each wrinkle a testament of joys and of pains.

To grow old, dear heart, is a privileged art,
A canvas painted with each cherished part.
In quiet reflection, find beauty in age,
Embracing the seasons, a wise turning page.

So let the years dance, as they gracefully pass,
For through every challenge, life's seasons amass.
With gratitude glowing in the twilight's soft glow,
Celebrate the journey—there's beauty in growing old.