As birthdays pass, the numbers climb,
We laugh at wrinkles, like aged wine.
The mirror’s truth, a playful jest,
A tale of age, we’re truly blessed.

Memory slips as time flies by,
Forgetting where we left the pie.
Yet wisdom grows with every year,
We chuckle through each fleeting tear.

Knees may creak and hair turns gray,
But laughter lights our every day.
The jokes we share, a bond so tight,
Growing old is pure delight.

With twinkling eyes and hearts so bold,
We embrace the joy of growing old.
For in each laugh, we find our youth,
Aging with humor, the sweetest truth.