
Back in the days of your wine and roses
You were always in control of the dice
Now that your age has climbed ever higher
You get to eat gumbo made out of rice
The aches and pains the wrinkles and flaps
Only add grace to your once so young skin
Ageing with honor is quite a large task
Keeping just one single chin
Two hundred candles atop your cake
Well.. Maybe that number is wrong
But it’ll be just as hard, to blow them all out
After they sing you your song








She is like fine wine growing old with grace and style. 
6 old applause
