Wrinkles are just laughter’s souvenirs,
Each line a tale of joy and cheers.
Aging, they say, is a funny game,
Where everyone earns a funny name.

Remember the days of youthful grace,
Now replaced by a slower pace.
Yet in those pauses, we find delight,
In memories bright, in stories right.

Glasses perched upon our noses,
Searching for keys, where memory dozes.
But oh, the wisdom that we gain,
Makes us smile through every pain.

So let us laugh, with hearts so light,
At the quirks that come with age’s might.
For in this journey, sweet and strange,
We find humor in every change.