Written by: Steven Mossburg

She had another birthday
And she sat before the mirror
She contemplated her gray hair
Her wrinkles and her years

But she didn't need to fret
She shouldn't really fear
Cause her gray hairs are memories
Her wrinkles are souvenirs

Each strand of silver shows a worry
That never came to pass
Each deep line upon her face
Is there because she laughed

There have been times of trouble
And there have been times of stress
But life has really been quite good
For she's been truly blest

And so it's Happy Birthday
She is so very dear
For her gray hairs are memories
And her wrinkles are souvenirs