Is age just a number?
But how can it be only that when,
It's a blueprint of your life's work,
Encapsulating your marvellous story.
A unique imprint,here to stay.
Your beautifully aging form,
A map of your journey so far.
A collection of memories strung together,
In the wrinkles on your arms.
May be , your skin's not as supple,
Or your eyes don't sine as much.
The spring in your feet may have lessened.
May not be the softest to touch.
But your heart still beats the same,
On the symphony of its own desires.
Your smile still reaches your eyes,
Your passions still light a fire.
So next time you look,
At that number next to your name.
Be proud of what you've achieved,
While you were becoming ,all that you became.