In the mirror, a new line forms, a tale of laughter told, Each wrinkle a badge of honor, in stories…
In the mirror, I see a wise old face, With lines that trace each fond embrace. A map of years,…
Growing old with a twinkle in the eye, Laughing as the years go by. Hair turns grey, but spirits stay…
Wrinkles are just laugh lines, that’s what they say, Proof of all the jokes we’ve heard along the way. Hair…