Your grey hairs are few.
Your wrinkles are, too.
You stay awake until ten
without giving in.
You can jog a few laps
before you collapse.
You would be alright,
except you’re only 25.
Happy birthday, old lady.
Congratulations! You’re 25 years old, a major milestone that means you’re finally old enough to rent a car. Don’t go crazy with all your newfound power, and have a happy birthday!
By the age of 25, Charlie Chaplin had acted in 35 movies, Charles Lindbergh made the first solo flight across the Atlantic, and Orson Welles produced and starred in “Citizen Kane.” What have you done with your life so far?
Happy birthday! Hope you accomplish something soon!
It’s your 25th birthday, so perk up because in a few more years everything else will start to sag.
At 16, you could finally drive all your friends around town. At 18, society started treating you like a real adult. At 21, you drank as much as you wanted, and no one could tell you otherwise. Sometimes, growing up is awesome.
Now, at 25, you just wish you could take a nap in the middle of the day without getting fired. Other times, growing up sucks. Happy birthday, anyway!
You’re 25 years old, too old to be hanging out with the college kids and too young to be thinking about pension plans. Have an awesome, awkward birthday.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if we round to the nearest ten, you’re closer to 30 than 20.
Happy 30th (approx.) birthday!
It’s your birthday, so party like you’ve lived a quarter of a century!
Remember how you used to feel insulted when people thought you looked younger than you actually were? Do you remember how every single one of those people told you, “You’ll love it when you’re older”? Well, you’re “older” now.
Happy 25th birthday! You don’t look a day over 21.
Kids and teenage girls always want to look older than they are, and middle-aged women always want to look younger. There must be a perfect age that everyone aspires to. Congratulations! You have reached that age. Enjoy your mid-twenties while they last!
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
It’s your third anniversary
of being 22.
College is over,
your single life past.
You may not have freedom,
but at least you have cash.
When we were little girls, we always dreamed of what we would accomplish as grown-ups. We thought we might be teachers or doctors or astronauts or zookeepers. We would each marry our Prince Charming, have lots of kids, win the Nobel Peace Prize, travel the world, write a book, and invent something amazing.
Now that we’re in our mid-20s, we feel accomplished when we eat a dinner that wasn’t microwaved.
Sometimes, you just need to dream a little smaller. Happy birthday!
A pessimist would say that your 20s are half-over. An optimist would say that you still have half of your 20s left. I hope you’re surrounded by optimists today. Happy birthday!