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 ...