Oh, the years have flown, like birds in the sky,
Wrinkles and wisdom, a twinkle in the eye.
Candles on the cake, more than ever before,
But laughter remains, at the heart’s core.

The mirror reflects a story untold,
A journey of laughter, brave and bold.
Each gray hair a badge of a life well-spent,
A funny saga, with a twist of intent.

In the race against time, we stumble and sway,
Yet humor keeps the shadows at bay.
For every creak and groan, there’s a joke to share,
A smile to light up the silver in your hair.

So cheers to the years, the laughter, the tears,
To the wisdom that grows with the passing years.
In this funny dance of getting old,
We find joy in stories that never grow cold.