Oh, the years have flown, like birds in the sky, Wrinkles and wisdom, a twinkle in the eye. Candles on…
In the mirror, a strangerâs face I see, Lines and wrinkles tell tales of glee, Yet within these marks, stories…
In the quiet of the night, a gentle breeze, A whisper soft, it floats with ease, A secret sound, often…
In the hustle and bustle of daily grind, We often find humor thatâs one of a kind, From spilled coffee…
Love is like a funny game, Where laughter always finds its way, Through silly jokes and quirky names, It brightens…
Wrinkles tell tales of laughter and glee, Each line a chapter in lifeâs waggish spree. Graying hair, a crown of…
In the quiet of the night, a whisper breaks, A gentle breeze, a secret it makes. Unseen forces play their…
In the garden of laughter, we bloom bright, Sharing jokes under the moon’s soft light, Your silly antics, my playful…
As years go by, the mirror tells a tale, Of laughter lines and hair that’s gone pale. Glasses on the…