Oh, the candles keep on growing,
And the cake’s a fire hazard,
But we laugh with every blowing,
As the years keep adding layers.

Wrinkles tell a tale of laughter,
Of the times we’ve danced and played,
Each gray hair’s a badge of honor,
For the memories we’ve made.

Our jokes have gotten older,
But the punchlines never age,
We find joy in every moment,
As we turn another page.

So here’s to getting wiser,
And to laugh lines on our face,
Happy birthday, fellow traveler,
Let’s embrace this aging grace.