At dawn I wake with a creak and a groan,
My trusty old body, a rickety throne.
These joints used to dance, 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 recall not the why—
Ah, wait! I remember! It\'s time for a pie!
My hair\'s turned to silver, with hints of deep gold,
Each shimmering strand, a true story retold.
I\'ve banished the mirrors, their judgments are rough,
They\'re quick to remind me, \"You\'ve had quite enough!\"
My reading glasses now play a sly game,
They hide better than kids, oh what a shame!
I search like a sleuth, with a tracking-dog\'s zeal,
\"Is that my nose, or the remote I now feel?\"
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 loud and clear,
Aging\'s a journey, 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 face what we must,
For life\'s all about joy—laughter\'s a must!