In life's grand play, we all must age, it's true,
But paths we choose define the roles we play.
Shall we, like Volvos, careful, cautious, new,
With ne'er a dent nor tale to light the way?
Or, like Camaros, doors flung open wide,
With dings and scratches from adventures bold?
Each wrinkle, laughter-lined, we wear with pride,
Maps of the stories lived and tales we've told.
To age with joy, our hearts unchained, embrace
The fleeting moments, finding treasure rare.
Let spirits wild, beneath the stars' bright face,
Live boundless lives with passion in the air.
For joy, not age, defines the time we tread,
As stars, with boundless light, we forge ahead.
