Growing olderâs quite the jest, lifeâs little comedy, Wrinkles form like roadmaps, marking where we’ve been. Hair turns silver, a…
Each year we add another candle to the cake, With laughter louder, and joints that ache, We celebrate the days…
With hair turning silver, and wrinkles so bold, We find joy in stories we’ve often retold. Glasses on foreheads, keys…
The mirror shows a tale untold, Of laugh lines and stories bold, Each wrinkle a chapter in the book, Of…