In the heart of October's crisp, golden eve, Two souls find joy in what time weaves. Oscar, with laughter that lights the night, Jorge Mario, a spirit soaring in flight. The birthdays of both in autumn’s grace Dance in leaves that tenderly embrace. Though paths diverge, one moon they share, A testament to friendship, rich and rare. As candles flicker against dusk's deep hue, Memory and dreams take on a vivid view. Toast to the tales still left untold, As Oscar and Jorge Mario grow old.