In the twilight of our years, we find
A zest for life, a wilder kind.
No longer bound by rules or norms,
We dance through life in myriad forms.

Laughter lines and silver hair,
Proof of adventures we dared to share.
Each wrinkle tells a story bold,
Of daring hearts that won’t be controlled.

With each step, we break the mold,
Growing old, but not a soul sold.
We wear our age like a crown,
In chaos, we shall never drown.

So here’s to living without regret,
For we are not finished yet.
In every laugh, in every tear,
Disgracefully, we hold life dear.