Blow those candles, eat that cake: Life's too short not to have a taste

Happy birthday, light the fire,

Throw candles on my croissant empire.

I wanted cake, my jeans said “nope,”

I like frosting made purely of hope.

Getting older but I dance like a fool,

Still young at heart, I break my own rules.

If wisdom comes with every gray hair,

How come I forget why I walked in there?

Should I eat the cake, or salvage my waist?

Life’s too short not to have a taste.

So hand me a fork, and draw up a plan:

Tomorrow I’ll jog, but probably not, man.

So blow those candles on a croissant or cake,

Make a wish big enough to fix what's at stake.

Another year older, still full of delight—

Happy birthday, my friend, let’s party tonight.