Laughter lines and stories bold,
In the mirror, tales unfold,
Hair of silver, steps less spry,
But in our hearts, we still fly.
Wrinkles form like maps of joy,
Each one tells of some old ploy,
Knees may creak and back may bend,
But our spirits never end.
Glasses perched upon our nose,
Misplacing keys, where they go, who knows?
Forgetful moments, funny tales,
Our aging journey, it never fails.
Friends we’ve made along the way,
Laughing at the things we say,
Growing old is not so bad,
With humor, itâs the best weâve had.