Growing olderâs quite the jest, lifeâs little comedy,
Wrinkles form like roadmaps, marking where we’ve been.
Hair turns silver, a crown of wisdom and grace,
Yet we laugh at mirrors, seeing time’s embrace.
Glasses perch on noses, perched like fragile birds,
Hearing aids amplify, life’s whispers and words.
We chuckle at the changes, each creak and groan,
Embracing every moment, making humor our home.
Once swift and agile, now we take it slow,
Dancing to a rhythm, only age can bestow.
Finding joy in memories, stories to be told,
Every laugh, a treasure, as we grow old.
So here’s to aging, the funny little quirks,
Celebrating lifeâs journey, with all its works.
Laughing through the wrinkles, with a heart so bold,
Finding joy and humor, in growing old.