Wrinkles tell tales of joy and strife,
Each line a testament to a well-lived life.
Hair turns silver, a crown so bright,
We laugh at ourselves, in sheer delight.

Glasses perched upon our nose,
Reading fine print, oh how it goes.
Forgetting names but not the fun,
Aging gracefully, we’re never done.

Dancing to tunes from years gone by,
With creaky knees but spirits high.
A little slower, but still in the game,
We chuckle at life, it’s never the same.

Sharing stories, some old, some new,
Laugh lines deepen, it’s what we do.
Embracing age with humor and grace,
Finding joy in every laugh-filled space.