In the twilight of our years, we rise,
Not to wither quietly, but to defy,
With laughter that echoes through the skies,
We dance, we sing, we fly.

Let the wrinkles tell our tales,
Of nights spent under the moon’s bright gaze,
Of moments where joy prevails,
And time becomes an endless maze.

We’ll paint our hair in colors bold,
Wear mismatched clothes with pride,
For in our hearts, we’ll never grow old,
Our spirits wild, untamed, and wide.

So let the world look on in awe,
As we embrace this reckless grace,
Growing old disgracefully, breaking every law,
With a smile that’s etched upon our face.