A conversation through the ages, I hold with my future soul,
A dialogue between the years, where wisdom is the goal.
I ask my older self, "What secrets do you keep?"
"What truths have you uncovered, in the depths of your sleep?"

"Young one," she replies, "I've learned to let go,
To release the burdens, that once weighed you low.
I've discovered strength, in the lines on my face,
And found solace in the wisdom, of a life well-paced."

"What about the dreams," I ask, "that once burned so bright?"
"Did they fade like embers, or shine with equal light?"
"They evolved," she says, "like the seasons, they changed,
But the fire that fueled them, still burns, still sustains."

"I'm afraid," I confess, "of the unknown road ahead."
" Fear not," she whispers, "for you've already been led,
Through trials and tribulations, you've found your way,
And in the end, it's not the years, but the life you've lived each day."

I listen closely, to my older self's gentle tone,
And find solace in the wisdom, that only age has known.
A conversation through the ages, a bridge between the years,
A reminder that the wisdom, is always present, through laughter and tears.