In the dawn of forty’s grace,
A gentle whisper of time’s embrace,
Echoes of laughter, tears softly trace,
A tapestry woven in life’s embrace.

Moments of wisdom, like stars they gleam,
Guiding through paths of forgotten dreams,
With every breath, a new theme,
In this dance of life, a flowing stream.

The heart beats steady, yet wild and free,
In the mirror’s reflection, a new me,
Stories untold, waiting patiently,
For the chapters yet to be.

Forty candles on the cake’s glow,
Illuminating paths we sow,
With courage and love, onward we go,
Into the horizon, where dreams echo.