In the mirror, a face I see,
With lines and creases, wild and free.
Each wrinkle tells a tale of glee,
Of joyful days and nights of spree.

Hair of silver, a crown I’ve earned,
With every gray, a lesson learned.
I laugh at youth, for time has turned,
And wisdom’s fire within me burned.

My knees may creak, my back may groan,
Yet humor keeps my heart on loan.
For every age, a joy I’ve known,
In life’s great circus, I’m never alone.

So here’s to aging, with a grin,
Embracing life, through thick and thin.
With every year, I find within,
A deeper love, a light to win.