Beauty of Age

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder But I say beauty is shown as we get older Through the wrinkles that line our face With such a elegance and grace Our youth begins to fade And we eventually begin to show our age Our hair turns from a radiant sun shine gold To hair full of white snow Even though our looks begin to fade We grow more beautiful each day It teaches us that beauty is more than skin deep And we begin to speak About the knowledge that we have gained and then we begin to preach How every wrinkle that lines our face Has its own little place That tells the stories of our past and how they became Our age will eventually seal our fate And we will be lowered in the grown with such grace But just remember as you get older That beauty isn't just in the eye of the beholder