“seventieth birthday”

Seventy candles glow with gentle grace,  
A sunbeam smile upon a weathered face.  
The years unfold like petals in the dawn,  
A tapestry of laughter gently drawn.  

Remember, child’s giggle, echoed halls,  
The games of spring and golden cricket balls.  
Sweet birthdays past with paper hats askew—  
But none as bright as now, and none as true.  

The hands that built a home from dreams and song,  
That soothed away the hurts, that righted wrong—  
Are softer now, but just as strong within,  
Still holding love for family, friend, and kin.  

The stories, colored rich by time’s embrace,  
Waltz gently in the lines upon your face.  
A wisdom grown in gardens, books, and tears,  
The gift you give to us through all the years.  

So here’s to seventy—the road you’ve made,  
With every step, a memory safely laid.  
A life both ordinary and divine—  
A vintage rare, a sip of aged wine.  

The cake is shared, the candles flicker bright—  
We toast your journey into golden light.  
May laughter linger as each year is spun—  
Happy seventieth birthday! Your best is yet begun.

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