Embracing each wrinkle, each silver strand,
With laughter that echoes through years, hand in hand.
The dawn of our youth may be long past,
But in our hearts, the fires still last.
We dance in the rain, defying the storm,
Wearing our age like a well-loved uniform.
Wisdom in folly, freedom in jest,
Growing old disgracefully, we live our best.
Our stories are legends, our spirits wild,
In a world of order, we are the defiled.
With each passing day, we grow more untamed,
For the rules of the old, we have never claimed.
So let the world watch, bewildered but proud,
As we age with a spirit thatâs vibrant and loud.
For in this chaos, we find our grace,
Growing old disgracefully, we set our pace.