In the middle-aged days, life starts to slow,
With wisdom and laughter in the moments we sow.
Dreams once so bright now have softened their glow,
Yet love and memories continue to grow.
We cherish the times, both the highs and the lows,
Finding joy in the journey, as our story flows.
With every grey hair, new stories unfold,
In the middle-aged chapter, life’s treasures are told.
M.A.D. Works 