In the twilight of our years,
We dance to untamed tunes,
Casting aside the gentle whispers,
For the roar of forgotten youth.

The wrinkles tell tales of laughter,
Rebellion etched in every crease,
Defying the quiet resignation,
That age often demands of us.

We chase the fleeting moments,
With hearts ablaze and open,
Unfazed by the ticking clock,
Living boldly in the now.

For in this graceful chaos,
We find our truest selves,
Growing old disgracefully,
Yet living life unchained.