In the mirror, a wrinkle or two,
Yet laughter lines tell stories anew.
The candles grow, but so does the fun,
Each year a new chapter, another pun.

The cake seems smaller, or is it my sight?
Glasses on, I squint at the light.
Friends gather ’round with jokes to unfold,
Celebrating the joy of getting old.

Presents wrapped with wisdom and wit,
A lifetime of laughs, never to quit.
The clock ticks on, but we still play,
Embracing each moment, come what may.

So here’s to aging with a grin,
To finding joy in the skin we’re in.
For every gray hair, a tale to share,
Aging with laughter, beyond compare.