20/09/2025
At dawn I wake up with a creak and a groan,
My trusty old body’s now a rickety throne.
These joints used to dance like they owned the whole floor,
Now they shudder and squeak, “Please, not any more!”
I searched for my keys, oh where could they be?
Found them in the fridge next to last week’s brie.
I call my own name, but I can’t recall why—
Oh wait, I remember! It’s time for a pie!
My hair’s turned to silver, with hints of deep gold,
Each strand is a story, a secret retold.
I’ve banned all those mirrors, their judgments are rough,
Why must they remind me? I've had quite enough!
My reading glasses now hide like they’re playing a game,
I swear they hide better than kids—what a shame!
To find them, I’ll search like a detective on track,
“Is that my nose or the remote on my back?”
Oh, I may lose my balance while taking a stride,
But with laughter and grace, I still take it in stride.
A toast to the wrinkles, the laughs, and the cheer,
Aging may be tricky, but at least I’m still here!
So here’s to the ladies, both sassy and bold,
Who handle each struggle with humor, unfold.
With a wink and a chuckle, we’ll face what we must,
For life’s all about joy—laughter’s a must