Mature Reflections

Life's a winding road we stroll,

Not short but late in wisdom's role,

In youth, we chase what's bright and bold.

As years pass by, our journey's stride,

In maturing hearts, our dreams reside,

Life's tapestry, a rich and wide ride.

With every season's ebb and flow,

We learn to cherish, let love grow,

In aging's rhyme, our stories show.

So, life's not brief, just takes its cue,

In time, we find what's truly true,

Maturity's song, a beautiful view.