The Prize of Age

Age is the advent of life,

Strengthening the future, a precious rite. 

The original dialect that marks the start,

Of a centenary, a journey to the heart.

In the absence of age, life is nothing,

Without life, age is meaningless, a hollow ring.

But tonight, Noble One, your milestone begins,

A celebration of life, love, and joyful kin.

Lighting a hundred candles, a symbol so bright. More valuable than silver and gold in sight.

The flames bring light, joy, and hope to all, 

A beacon in the darkness, standing tall.

A hundred steps of cake, a beautiful sight. Shared with loved ones, a true delight.

A hundred chairs and tables, a feast to behold,

A celebration of life, young and old.

Noble One, we honor you tonight,

A hundred colors of red, a carpet so bright. Your footsteps sparkle with joy and cheer,

A hilarious moment, one to hold dear.

The twittering sounds of birds in the grove, 

Sweet melodies that pitch into our hearts, a love.

You're a true centenarian, a milestone so rare,

Looking young, yet wise, with a heart so fair.

Your centenary brings happiness, joy, and harmony,

Gray hairs like quartz crystal, a treasure to see.

You sit in civil twilight, a noble soul,

The most expensive gray hairs, a precious goal.

We celebrate you tonight, under the stars so bright,

Sagittarius, our friend, joins in the delight.

The Moons on different planets, a commemoration so grand,

A tent of jollification, where love expands.

Your hundred years shine like the Moonlight so bold,

A glorious mystery, a story to be told.

A reflection of the past, a promise so true,

A blessing from above, shining through.

Tonight, we honor you, Noble One, so dear, 

A life well-lived, a journey so clear, may we celebrate you in a thousand years to come,

Daddy, happy centenary.

 May your legacy be won.