Hotpot of Genres - Reflecting Forward Lyrics

Oh, these bones, they creak and groan,
Like ancient wood 'neath heavy stone.
The days they pass, a fleeting breeze, and breeze
And time, it brings us to our knees.
But in the cracks of this old frame,
There's wisdom earned, not idle blame.
The mirror shows a face that's lined,
Yet in those lines, what tales I find.

Why fret the passing of the years?
For in this life, no room for fears.
The seeds we've sown, now they grow tall,
Our children's laughter, the sweetest call.
So raise a glass to what we've done,
The battles fought, the victories won.
Midlife's no curse, but a well-worn song,
Where love and hope, they still belong.

The nights grow long, the hair turns gray,
But here I stand, no price to pay.
The time I gave, the dreams I chased,
Now bloom in fields I once embraced.
For every ache, a memory made,
Of days when youth began to fade.
Yet in those moments, strength was found,
A life well-lived, on solid ground.

And when the night is dark and cold,
I find a warmth in tales retold.
For all the roads that led me here,
I hold them close, they're ever dear.

Why fret the passing of the years?
For in this life, no room for fears.
The seeds we've sown, now they grow tall,
Our children's laughter, the sweetest call.
So raise a glass to what we've done,
The battles fought, the victories won.
Midlife's no curse, but a well-worn song,
Where love and hope, they still belong.

So let these years, they pass with grace,
For in their wake, a warm embrace.
No crisis here, just life's sweet tune,
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon.