Quotes, sayings & poems

21st Birthday Poems

Not just another birthday

Not just another birthday,
But quite a grand event,
And here, to greet you, twenty-one,
These wishes are now sent.

- Unknown

May happiness go with you

May happiness go with you,
May all your hopes come true,
And in the most delightful ways
May life be good to you!
Happy 21st!

- Unknown

A Twenty First Birthday!

A Twenty First Birthday!
A special one, too!
Because the good wishes
Are coming to YOU!
Good luck, happy future,
With joys in their prime
To keep life attractive
And bright all the time.

- Unknown

Here's hoping that your

Here's hoping that your Twenty First
Brings all you're hoping for
So that you will feel so happy
You just couldn't wish for more!

- Unknown

How swift have flown

How swift have flown
To me thy girlish times,
A woman grown beneath
My heedless eyes!
In vain I rack
My fancy to believe
The almanac,
That speaks thee twenty-one.

- Charles Lamb

Long-expected one and twenty

Long-expected one and twenty
Ling'ring year at last has flown,
Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty
Great Sir John, are all your own.

- Samuel Johnson

21 is that magical age

21 is that magical age when suddenly all the things your parents taught you, whether you wanted to learn them or not, starts to look like pretty good information.

- Unknown

Finally twenty-one

Finally twenty-one. Are we the grownups now?

- Unknown

Tonight, all the focus

Tonight, all the focus will be on you - it’s just as well because you won’t be able to focus on anything.

- Unknown

When a I was a boy of fourteen

When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished a how much he had learned in seven years.

- Mark Twain

I don't know what all the fuss

I don't know what all the fuss is about turning 21. By 21 you should realize that birthdays just mean more responsibility. So remember to be more responsible

- Unknown

Through a dull tract of woe

Through a dull tract of woe, of dread, The toiling year has pass'd and fled: And, lo! in sad and pensive strain, I sing my birthday date again.

- George Crabbe