Oh, the joy of getting older, a laugh at every line,
With glasses on my forehead, and shoes that never shine.
The mirror shows a stranger, with wrinkles here and there,
Yet wisdom’s in the laughter, and joy beyond compare.
My memory, it plays tricks, where did I leave my keys?
I find them in the fridge, oh the mysteries of these!
I chuckle at the mishaps, the fun in growing old,
For every silly moment, there’s a story to be told.
The knees they creak and groan, a symphony of age,
But dancing in the living room, I still can take the stage.
The jokes they keep on coming, with every passing year,
For laughter is the medicine, that keeps away the fear.
So hereâs to getting older, with humor as our guide,
Embracing every moment, and taking life in stride.
The wrinkles tell the stories, the giggles light the way,
In the comedy of aging, we find joy every day.