As candles multiply, so do the laughs,
Each wrinkle a tale, each crinkle a craft.
Balloons may sag, but spirits soar,
In the dance of age, we find much more.
The mirror reflects a seasoned grin,
With stories of the places we’ve been.
Gray hairs are badges of wisdom’s grace,
In every line, see the joy we embrace.
Friends gather round with jokes and cheer,
Each year older, yet younger here.
The cake may shrink but never the fun,
Celebrating life under the sun.
So here’s to aging with humor and flair,
To the funny moments we joyfully share.
For in growing old, there’s magic anew,
In every laugh, every memory, every “you.”