Sixty candles, softly glowing, Mark the years forever flowing, Jason laughs—a joyful sound, In this next act, joy's abound. Lightheaded with the winds of change, Life's small shifts may rearrange. Newly parted, paths diverge— Yet, comical, life's constant urge. Grin at sixty—time's a jest, Holding memories of the best. With unburdened hearts, we fly, Cheers to laughter, not goodbye.