Entropy and the Beauty Within

Lines etched upon my face -rivers deep,

Each wrinkle a map of the memories I keep.

Time speeds with haste, As I age with grace.

Within this worn vessel, my story resides,

A container of some wisdom, an attribute to guide.

My vibrant humor of youth may fade away,

but this soul blooms brighter with each passing day.

In the quiet whispers of entropy nears,

I seek solace in the memories and echoes, not fears.

The sun may slowly give way to the night,

But stars ignite the heavens with radiant light.

For in aging of life's experiences,

We have nothing but our beating hearts.

And as the final chapter is unveiled,

A gentle surrender, a journey availed.

We shed our earthly skins, finding release,

Embracing the eternal without our hearts, not beating but still and at peace.

A fleeting journey, there is no denying,

That aging and dying are markers of living and trying.