The mirror tells a tale of years gone by,
Wrinkles and gray hairs, oh my, oh my!
Each line and crease, a story to unfold,
The comedy of aging, a treasure to behold.

Glasses perched upon my nose, a sight to see,
Searching for my keys, where could they be?
Memory plays tricks, but laughter is our guide,
Embracing every moment with joy and pride.

Dancing to tunes from decades long past,
Our moves may be slow, but the spirit’s steadfast.
In each stumble and fall, we find sheer delight,
For growing old is a journey, a comic flight.

So let us laugh at the wisdom we’ve gained,
At the aches and pains that have been sustained.
For in every chuckle, a youthful spark we hold,
The funny saga of getting old, joyously retold.