Wrinkles are just laugh lines, that’s what they say,
Proof of all the jokes we’ve heard along the way.
Hair turning gray, but we don’t really mind,
Every strand a memory, unique and kind.

Our knees may creak and our backs might ache,
But our spirits are high, make no mistake.
We dance to the rhythm of life, never slow,
Finding joy in the journey, as we go.

Glasses on our noses, hearing aids in ears,
We embrace every moment, without any fears.
For wisdom grows with every passing year,
And laughter is the medicine we hold dear.

So here’s to aging, with a smile on our face,
Finding humor in every little trace.
For life is a gift, and we cherish the fun,
Laughing through the years, under the sun.