“sonnet about beautiful you are in your old age”

How silver lights the crown upon your brow,  
A harvest grown from sunlit, laughing years.  
The lines that grace your gentle face are now  
The marks of wisdom, joy, and dried-up tears.  

Your eyes, still bright as rivers after rain,  
Reflect the wild, unbroken heart you keep.  
You wear each smile, each sorrow, and each pain  
As melodies remembered in your sleep.  

Your laughter, softer now yet twice as sweet,  
Can warm the chill of any winter day.  
Your touch is solace, memory replete—  
A gentle glow that sorrow can’t allay.  

Oh, beautiful you are in silvered age:  
A story rare, renewed with every page.

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