Fifty

Half a century, a golden tide,
Fifty years on life’s winding road—
Sun‑kissed mornings, evenings wide,
Stories etched in every load.

From childhood’s laugh to wisdom’s gleam,
Each scar a map, each dream a seed,
Fifty whispers of a steady stream,
Carrying hope, fulfilling need.

So raise a cup, let laughter ring,
For fifty’s not an end, but start—
A vibrant chapter, hearts will sing,
With courage bright and willing heart.