With each year that passes, I dance a wilder tune,
Ignoring whispers of age, embracing the afternoon.
The lines on my face, stories etched in skin,
They tell of battles fought, and countless wins.

Society’s rules, I cast them all aside,
In the twilight of life, I take the bolder stride.
No quiet resignation, no bowing to the years,
I greet the future with laughter, not with fears.

My hair may turn silver, but my spirit stays gold,
A rebel in the autumn, refusing to be old.
I chase the sunsets, I dance in the rain,
Embracing life’s chaos, feeling no pain.

For growing old disgracefully, is my chosen art,
A celebration of youth, kept alive in my heart.
So here I stand, defiant and free,
Growing old disgracefully, just being me.