✨The Prize of Age
Age is the advent of life, A rite of passage, precious and bright. It strengthens the future, marks the start. A centenary journey, a map to the heart. Without age, life is fleeting, Without life, age is hollow, repeating. And now, Noble One, your milestone begins— A celebration of love, of laughter, of kin. A hundred candles flicker with grace, More precious than silver, gold, or lace. Their flames bring light, joy, and hope to all— A beacon of wisdom, standing tall. A hundred layers of cake, a sweet delight, Shared with loved ones, hearts alight. A hundred chairs, a feast to behold. A celebration of stories, both young and old. Noble One, we honor you with pride, A carpet of red, joy amplified. Your footsteps sparkle with cheer and glow! A moment of laughter, a memory to stow. Birdsong echoes ...