We come into this world as a baby
And grow each day
Until that childhood wanes.
We become adults,
Living our lives to the full.
The older we get the luckier we are.
We look back on our lives
With wonder and happiness,
Being thankful for all those years.
As old age approaches
You must then realise
That if you are lucky enough to get old,
You should celebrate it.
With that in mind I raise my glass,
Raise my glass to you all
As I am thankful to still be with you,
And will have many years to come.