In the mirror, lines appear, a map of years gone by,
Each wrinkle tells a story, a twinkle in the eye.
A dance of time and laughter, etched upon the face,
A testament to moments, a life full of grace.

Hair turns silver like the moon, shining in the night,
A crown of wisdom earned, a beacon of soft light.
With every step a melody, a rhythm of the heart,
Growing old is funny, a masterpiece of art.

Knees may creak and groan with age, but oh, the tales they tell,
Of adventures and of mischief, where memories still dwell.
Each stumble and each fumble, a reminder to hold dear,
The joy of being silly, the laughter and the cheer.

So let’s embrace the humor, in every aging sign,
For growing old is beautiful, a journey so divine.
With laughter as our compass, and joy our guiding star,
We’ll dance through every chapter, no matter where we are.