Wrinkles and giggles, hand in hand,
Each gray strand, a story grand.
Laughter lines, our faces hold,
Memories bright, as we grow old.

Youthful folly, now wise and bold,
Tales of mischief, often retold.
Dancing slower, but still with flair,
Aging with humor, without a care.

Glasses perched on the nose so fine,
Jokes about aging, like vintage wine.
Hearing aids, and tales of yore,
A chuckle or two, forever more.

Embrace the years with a hearty laugh,
The funny side of life’s long path.
For in each wrinkle, there’s a jest,
Aging with humor, truly blessed.