There is a Beauty  in the gift of growing older, yes

A Beauty beyond any physical sense

Captured in our eyes as we’ve watch our Children grow

The towering Oak tree once small planted, the lush garden of our once new Home

Beautiful thoughts kindle from sweet memories of our life

An accumulated definition of love only obtainable as years go by

Youthful beauty has  been replaced

Although the mirror we see each morning at dawn can discourage

As our face mimics a progressed time lined with many Tales

It has been aged from perseverance as well as defeat, from sorrow as well as joy

Our Life and it’s travels only now shows

Beauty has altered but fear not, it’s still there

Look outside around you and inside your soul

Beauty is a gift that never grows old