As we surface through the face of Faceless time,
He finds himself lost in the lines that now define.
The wrinkles that whisper the wisdom he's gained,
Also speak of the years that remain, like autumn's leaves that wane.

His eyes, once bright beacons, now dim with the haze,
Of memories that linger, like shadows that gaze.
His steps, once sure-footed, now falter with pace,
As the burden of age becomes harder to embrace.

Yet, in the mirror's gaze, he sees a face so worn,
A map of the journey that's taken him to this dawn.
The laughter, the tears, the triumphs, and the strife,
All etched on his features, a testament to his life.

But still, his heart remains full of wonder and might,
A flame that burns bright, in the twilight of his sight.
For though his body may weaken, his spirit stays strong,
A shining star that guides him, where he belongs.

~X~