As candles multiply upon the cake,
And hairlines start to fade,
We laugh at all the memories,
That time has gently made.

Wrinkles tell their stories,
Of laughter, joy, and tears,
Each line a testament to life,
And all the passing years.

Our knees may creak, our backs may ache,
But oh, the jokes we share,
Growing old with humor,
Is a gift beyond compare.

So here’s to aging gracefully,
With laughter as our guide,
Embracing every moment,
With joy we cannot hide.