At forty, life unfolds anew,
With wisdom gained and dreams in view.
The paths once tread, the lessons learned,
In every scar, a fire burned.

The mirror speaks of time that’s passed,
Yet in its gaze, no shadows cast.
For every line, a story told,
In silver threads, pure wisdom’s gold.

The heart beats strong, with purpose clear,
Each day embraced without a fear.
The dawn of forty, bright and bold,
In every breath, a tale unfolds.

So here’s to life at forty’s gate,
With open arms, we celebrate.
The journey rich, the future bright,
In turning forty, pure delight.