In the garden of time, we dance with wild strides,
Defying the whispers of age and its binds.
Laugh lines etched deep, stories untold,
A tapestry of moments, daring and bold.
With every gray hair, a spark of defiance,
Challenging the norms with unyielding reliance.
We paint with colors that dare to clash,
In a world where the mundane turns to ash.
Wearing mismatched socks and a vibrant smile,
We revel in mischief, embracing the wild.
Lifeâs stage is ours, no scripts to obey,
A dance of rebellion in the light of day.
So let us grow old, not with grace but with flair,
Unraveling conventions, with stories to share.
For in the chaos, we find our true light,
A celebration of spirit in the heart of night.