The Uncle thoughts

In the quiet corner of an aging chair,

Where time sits gently in silver hair,

An uncle watches the world go by,

With knowing eyes and a patient sigh.

He’s seen the storms, he’s felt the sun,

He’s walked long roads that few have run,

His laughter echoes, deep and wise,

A thousand stories in his eyes.

He thinks of youth—so wild, so free,

Of dreams that danced like waves at sea,

Of choices made, of paths once crossed,

Of battles fought, of things once lost.

Yet in his thoughts, no bitter trace,

Just quiet strength and gentle grace,

For every fall had shaped his soul,

And every scar had made him whole.

He wonders now what lies ahead,

But carries peace where fear once spread,

For life, he knows, is not to keep—

But seeds we sow, and roots that sleep.

So in that chair, he softly smiles,

Counting not years, but cherished miles,

An uncle’s thoughts—both deep and true,

A silent guide for me and you.