With Every Year

With every year, a softer light

Will settle on our edges bright.

We glow with a gentler flame,

A deeper strength is ours to claim.

We learn that wisdom rarely shouts—

It listens more, and leaves some doubts.

It grows in silence, thrives in grace,

And shows its lines across our face.

We trade quick answers for the true,

We let go of “more” so peace shines through

Our pace may slow, but not our fire—

We burn with a quieter, stronger desire.

The mirror may reflect our years,

The changes shaped by time, joy and tears,

But in our eyes still shines a steady gleam—

The kind that's earned, not found in dreams.

And our legacy? Not a throne—

Not built of marble, gold, or precious stone

But left in words of kindness or fun

Examples and insights passed from one to one.

Our stories told at kitchen chairs,

Or in gardens grown with tender care,

Sometimes shared in walks beneath rows of trees,

And simple, thoughtful ways to please.

Our journey is not marked complete

By fading steps or slowed heartbeat—

But by the lives our life has stirred,

The truths we've lived, the hearts we've heard.

And when at last we take our rest,

Let it be said: we gave our best.

Let it be known, and softly sung—

Our journey ends... but not our song.