“Sixty and Shining”

In the golden hour of life, at sixty we gather, A collection of memories, laughter, and chatter. Our stories like rare gems, polished by time, Each line etched with wisdom, each verse a rhyme.

The members, like stars, twinkle in delight, Their lives woven together, day into night. Some danced through storms, others sailed calm seas, All bound by the rhythm of shared memories.

Verse 1: The Adventurer Meet Captain Amelia, who sailed uncharted seas, Her ship carved through waves, kissed by salty breeze. She collected sunsets in bottles, stardust in her hair, And whispered secrets to the moon, her confidante fair.

Verse 2: The Dreamer Next, there’s Oliver, the dreamer of skies, His canvas painted with constellations and sighs. He collected moonbeams in mason jars, you see, And traded them for wishes with the wise old tree.

Verse 3: The Curator Ah, dear Evelyn, the curator of forgotten tales, She collected antique clocks and ancient sails. Her heart a museum, where memories reside, Each artefact a chapter, a treasure to confide.

Chorus: Prime time at sixty, a symphony of grace, Where life’s collection finds its rightful place. We raise our glasses to the stories we’ve spun, Sixty and shining, our journey’s just begun.