As the candles multiply, so do the laughs,
Each line on my face tells a joke from the past.
The creaks in my knees join the birthday song,
In this comedy of life, where I still belong.

Wisdom wears a hat of thinning hair,
But the humor in my heart is beyond compare.
Glasses on my nose, I see clearer now,
That age is but a number, a funny vow.

Friends gather ’round with tales of old,
Stories shared with warmth, never cold.
We chuckle at the years gone by,
Embracing each moment with a joyful sigh.

So here’s to the wrinkles, the grays, the cheer,
A celebration of life, year after year.
With laughter as my guide, I grow bold,
In this hilarious journey of getting old.