We were kids, so young and spry,
With friends all 'round, beneath the sky.
We laughed and played, without a care,
Not a single gray in our luscious hair.
But now the years have come and gone,
Our youthful days have moved along.
Our joints creak, our sight's grown dim,
And gravity's tugging at every limb.
We used to run, now we just stroll,
And our memory, well, it has a hole.
The mirror shows a different face,
A few more wrinkles, a slower pace.
Yet we can still laugh and reminisce,
About the days we truly miss.
So let's raise a glass and make amends,
To getting old, with old, dear friends!
This poem humorously reminds us that while the passage of time may bring physical changes and the challenges of aging, the true treasure lies in the enduring friendships and shared memories that last a lifetime. It encourages us to embrace the aging process with laughter and gratitude, cherishing the bonds we've built along the way.
Belle Webb🪶©2023
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