Forty years have come and gone,
And now you're feeling like a pawn.
Your hair is graying, your back is sore,
You're not as spry as you were before.

But don't you worry, don't you fret,
You're not quite ready to be put to bed.
You'll still go out and have some fun,
And enjoy life under the sun.

So here's to forty, it's not so bad,
You're still alive, you're not yet mad.
You'll take each day as it comes your way,
And enjoy life in every way.