In the dance of time, I refuse to fall,
With wild laughter echoing through the halls.
A rebel heart, unyielding and bold,
Defying the script that time has told.

Silver strands weave tales of mischief,
Each wrinkle a testament to belief.
With every step, I choose to defy,
The mundane path most simply comply.

Let the world watch as I paint the sky,
With colors vivid, refusing to die.
Age, a mere number in this grand play,
As I dance through the night into the day.

In the symphony of life, I choose my tune,
Embracing the chaos, beneath the moon.
For in growing old, I find my grace,
In the wild rebellion, I find my place.