At fifty and more, life settles,
in wrinkles of time, wisdom settles.
Feelings bloom, like a quiet garden,
and smiles emerge, from a tired heart.
The glances, once burning, today are soft fire,
a sparkle of memories, that life washes over us.
Laughter is a jungle, of pure honesty,
each echo resounds, with the voice that endures.
There's no more hurry in the pace, the clock embraces us,
We know that the instant, is a gift that passes.
The words are verses, that caress the soul,
and in the calm of being, we find the palm.
At fifty and more, love is deep,
We know the seas and the vast, dark world.
Wounds are footprints, of the road walked,
and every tear is a river, of a love reborn.
At fifty and more, every day is a song,
the most honest smiles fill us with charm.
Glances that tell stories of yesteryear,
and in this new chapter, we find the damage,
not as a weight, but as a shelter,
a fusion of experiences that makes us more friends.
Thus, in each sigh, in each clear laugh,
we distil the essence of a sincere life.
