On this day of reflection, as the candles are lit,
We gather to chuckle at each passing bit.
Forty years have flown, with wrinkles and glee,
A testament to time’s whimsical spree.

Remember those days when energy was vast,
We danced through the nights, living fast.
Now we find joy in naps and warm tea,
Yet laughter remains, wild and free.

The mirror may show a tale of years,
But laughter lines conquer all the fears.
Wisdom grows with each birthday cheer,
As we embrace every moment, dear.

So here’s to the journey, the stories untold,
A life rich with humor, as we grow old.
Let’s toast to the lessons that age can bring,
And dance through the years with a joyful swing.