At sixty-five, the years unfold With stories both untold and told; Though time has braided different paths, In quiet moments, memory laughs. Estranged by reasons worn and gray, Yet, from afar, I wish to say, May wisdom grace your every dawn, And peace attend with every yawn. In silence, stars still softly gleam, Upon this life's swift-flowing stream. For paths may part, but threads remain, Gently weaving through the strain. Happy birthday, though worlds apart, May warmth and grace embrace your heart.