Wine that matures with time,
a taste of experience that covers
with mature love, inexperiences
who seek experiences in life.
Wrinkles on the face, stories
written in joys and in anguish,
eyes that saw the world change,
A heart that dreams and still cares.
Hands that built blessed lives
in local or foreign countries
It's not the end but the new beginning,
Oh, a beautiful moment of old age.
A life of struggle, where grace is found,
of a sun that sets with pride,
years that passed like lightning
the sweet form of old age.
Wisdom's treasures and memories,
Rhymes bring peace to life
showing illuminated streets,
They say there are hidden treasures.
Before the young people walked
They teach honor that they have maintained
and those who come ignore it
feel sorry for them, they will perish.
