In the mirror, a stranger’s face I see,
Lines and wrinkles tell tales of glee,
Yet within these marks, stories unfold,
Of youthful dreams and adventures bold.

Once I danced like nobody cared,
Now my knees creak, slightly impaired,
But laughter echoes through the years,
Turning aches into joyful cheers.

Glasses misplaced on top of my head,
Looking for them fills me with dread,
But when I find them, I can’t help but smile,
A daily routine, in my unique style.

Age is but a number, they often say,
And with each year, I find a new way,
To embrace the quirks, the wisdom, the wit,
For in this journey, we all beautifully fit.