In the mirror, the lines may trace,
Time's subtle touch on a familiar face.
But deep within, the soul just flies,
A dance of wisdom, in youthful disguise.
The soul never ages, it only grows,
Through the laughter, the tears, the highs and lows.
A child at heart, forever young,
Playing with blocks, life's song unsung.
Fifty years, yet just a girl,
Dreams unfurl, in a timeless whirl.
The body may tire, but the spirit soars,
On a playground of memories, it explores.
The soul never ages, it only grows,
Through the laughter, the tears, the highs and lows.
A child at heart, forever young,
Playing with blocks, life's song unsung.
Let the years come, let them flow,
The soul's beauty will only glow.
Older in skin, but never in play,
With building blocks, we'll create our way.
So here's to the souls, rich and ripe,
Like vintage wine, full of life's type.
Our bodies age, but don't you frown,
For our souls are ageless, they wear no crown.