It’s the day of your birth for all that it’s worth.
Another trip ‘round on old planet Earth.
We’ve a little more gray and a bit wider girth,
so lift up a glass and join in the mirth.
We can cry in our beer or laugh in the rain,
but laughter is pleasant and crying’s a pain.
There’s too little joy and of sadness no dearth,
so lift up a glass and join in the mirth.
Our coaster rose slowly, it drops with a scream.
Old age in the mirror and youth a lost dream.
We’ll hope for the better but brace for the worse,
so lift up a glass and join in the mirth.
We’re way past the peak of a long downhill slide.
The joke is on us and the jester is time.
Too soon we’ll depart this old planet Earth,
so lift up a glass and join in the mirth.
The die has been cast, the outcome is plain.
There’s little to lose, no more to be gained.
Refrain from dark thoughts of who will go first,
just lift up a glass and join in the mirth!
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