is it too late to live,
To look forward to a sunrise?
To make lotie with mounting passion,
That never seems to subside?
Age is just a number,
My mind is still alive.
Don't pronounce me dead, before my time,
I'm choosing to survive!
My skin is parched and wrinkled
But the beauty underneath,
Is as sparkling and refreshing jj .
As a baby's first few teeth.
Don't whisper that I'm senile,
That's just another myth.
Just like the one that's going around,
"Old folks are no fun to be with."
My body cannot disco, ,
And neither can it run.
But that's no reason to tell me
That my "dancing" days are done!