Once I disliked having birthdays But I really don’t mind anymore. The secret is to enjoy them And never, ever to keep score. Don’t bother counting them, Just enjoy the cake and gifts. It’s looking back at how old you are. That is basically the ugly rift.
You’re not getting decrepit, Not older than dirt, you see. You have gained credit in life For wisdom and longevity. They who say you have aged Like a fine wine are correct. So, don’t harp about the years Like you have a flaw to project.
Instead look forward in life To what the future will say. What will you do with it, This new chance every day? Will you be that aging statesperson The world will be glad to know? As long as you’re still breathing Let's wait and see how it goes.
So, call all your friends up And meet them each for a meal And let them know fears of age Are not something you find real. Let them toast your birthday And sing the traditional song. Let this be another of many Happy birthdays to come along.