Once you were a spring in bloom,Now you creak like an old wooden room.Yet laughter lines your aging face,Embracing time’s gentle, humorous grace.Each birthday brings a new surprise,A candle more, a laugh that flies.Counting years not with dread or woe,But with a smile and a joyful glow.Glasses thicker, memory a bit hazy,But your spirit? Still wild and crazy.Dance like no one’s watching, stumble if you must,Age is just a number, in laughter we trust.So here’s to you, with all your charms,Embracing life with open arms.Another year, another cheer,Happy birthday, dear, without a tear.