In the twilight of my years, I find a fire within,
A wild spirit, untamed, where time begins to spin.
No longer bound by rules, nor whispers of the past,
I dance upon the edge, a rebel to the last.

Forget the quiet grace, the gentle, silent drift,
I choose the path of laughter, of joy, a precious gift.
With wrinkles as my medals, and silver in my hair,
I live each day with fervor, unburdened by a care.

The nights are filled with stories, of adventures bold and bright,
Of moments seized with passion, in the glowing moonlight.
For growing old disgracefully means living without fear,
Embracing every heartbeat, each moment crystal clear.

So let the world take notice, of this defiant soul,
Who meets the dawn with courage, and never fears the toll.
For in the end, it’s not the years, but how they were embraced,
That marks a life well-lived, in joy and chaos laced.