In the aisles of JC Penney, she strides with grace, Theresa at sixty-five, a timeless embrace. With wisdom she speaks, as stories unfold, Of a life rich with laughter, her spirit bold. In the evening she sits, savoring her cheer, A pistachio torte, and a cold, frothy beer. Her eyes, a tapestry of tales told with ease, Reflect a world at peace, a heart well pleased. Each slice of her life, like the torte she adores, Layered with sweetness, the essence she explores. To Theresa, aging is merely a state, For a vibrant soul knows it’s never too late.