In the mirror, lines appear,
Echoes of laughter, every cheer,
Wrinkles tell stories untold,
Aging with grace, yet feeling bold.
Glasses perched upon the nose,
Where did I leave them? No one knows,
Memory plays its little games,
Faces blur, but love remains.
Knees creak like an old wooden floor,
Dance moves that we canât ignore,
Grooving to the rhythm of life,
Joking through aches and strife.
With every year, wisdom grows,
Jokes get better, as humor flows,
Aging is a comic art,
Loving each day with a youthful heart.