Young and wrinkly

 

You are not getting old

But numerically you've advanced

No, you're not getting old

You're just chronologically enhanced.

 

You are not growing up

But of this much I am sure

To avoid growing up

We must become more immature.

 

We must dance until our joints creak

And sing until we can't speak,

Laugh until our lungs ache

And love until our hearts break.

 

Yes, let's stay young together,

See young souls within our ever paler eyes.

If we are to stay young forever

We must be young, and wrinkly and wise.