Not today body

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I am at that terrible age where my body is going to do whatever it wants with or without my consent Happy Birthday. Happy Belated birthday. Special Husband. Special Grandad. Special Dad. Special Brother Another year, another creak— Your knees and back still play hide‑and‑seek! But raise that mug and laugh out loud, You’ve earned your spot in the comfy crowd. So here’s to naps, to aches, to cheer— You’re still fabulous every year! Happy Birthday. I missed the date—my joints did too, They creaked instead of running through! Your body’s wild, your spirit bright, Still laughing through each ache and fight. So here’s my wish (a tad delayed): May every twinge be well‑displayed Happy Belated Birthday