When wrinkles bloom and joints protest,
Don’t teach the world—just give it rest.
Even if you’re right (and you often are),
Unsolicited wisdom leaves a scar.
Help only when someone pleads,
Don’t plant advice like stubborn weeds.
Don’t bubble-wrap your kin from pain—
Just love them deep, and not explain.
No moaning ’bout your knees or pills,
Or neighbors, netas, unpaid bills.
Don’t turn bitter, don’t be loud—
Grumpy elders aren’t allowed!
Don’t expect your kids to bow,
They love you—just not like wow.
Gratitude’s not their daily bread,
It’s us who dream it in our head.
Avoid the dreaded elder speech:
“In my time…” or “I did each…”
“I’m older, hence I know it all!”
That’s not wisdom—it’s just gall.
Don’t waste your cash on youth’s disguise,
On creams or potions full of lies.
Better to travel, dance, and roam—
Than Botox your way back to home.
Stay with the times, don’t lag behind,
Learn new tech, expand your mind.
Read the news, decode the apps—
Don’t be the one who always naps.
Do what you love, while you still can,
Be your own fan, your biggest stan.
No guilt-trips down memory lane—
You did your best, now don’t complain.
Hold your pride, your grace, your name,
Don’t play the martyr’s aging game.
Keep giving love, your finest art—
That’s the secret to a youthful heart.
Author Unknown
Very meaningful message to absorb and follow.