Age may weaken the structure, but its foundation still stands strong.
Aging is not merely a loss of youth, but the gathering of resilience, wisdom, and the quiet strength that comes with enduring time
Time may weather an old building, leaving cracks in its walls and wear upon its beams, yet its foundation remains steadfast, much like the spirit of a person who has lived through the trials of life.
What appears to be decay is, in truth, a testament to endurance—each scar in the wood, each missing brick, tells a story of resilience.
The building, though weakened, has stood against storms, just as an aging person has faced hardships, loss, and change. Though no longer in its prime, it holds a quiet strength, shaped by the years rather than diminished by them. There is beauty in what remains, not because it has avoided the ravages of time, but because it has withstood them.
The wood grows weary, the clock hands slow,
Its stories whispered where cold winds blow.
Like fading footsteps and weathered skin,
Both stand as echoes of what has been.
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