A Senior’s Woe

The years have passed like whispered sighs,
A fleeting blink of youthful skies.
Once I ran, so full of cheer,
Now I watch the world from here.

My hands once firm, now softly shake,
Each step I take, a careful stake.
The mirror shows a face I know,
Yet time has carved its silent woe.

Memories dance in faded hue,
Of love once fresh, of friends I knew.
But echoes fade, and footsteps still,
As silence waits upon the sill.

Yet though my bones may creak and groan,
My heart still sings in undertone.
For wisdom blooms where youth must fade,
And light still shines through evening’s shade.

So let me not in sorrow dwell,
But smile and whisper, “All is well.”