In Manchester's embrace you grew, Now Salford's skies you wander through. On this, your forty-seventh turn, Life's candles flicker, how they burn. Beside you pads dear Lennon, true, With loyal eyes and love anew. Your hands, they toil for kin and hearth, Their laughter echoes, proof of worth. May each tock of life's vast clock, Be gentle winds that guide your walk. Here's to chapters yet untold, In Salford's glow, your tales unfold.