At forty’s gate, I stand with pride,
The years behind, a flowing tide,
Each wrinkle tells a story true,
Of laughter, tears, and skies so blue.

The dawn of wisdom, brightly gleams,
In every step, in woven dreams,
With courage, love, and lessons grand,
I tread this path, a wiser hand.

No longer bound by fleeting fears,
I cherish now, these precious years,
With open heart, and soul unbound,
In every moment, joy is found.

So here I stand, on life’s vast shore,
Embracing forty, seeking more,
With every breath, a gift to hold,
Life’s journey rich, its story told.