They say getting older is something to dread,
Women my age, with worry and dread.
“Thirty’s too old,” they whisper, they cry,
Afraid to let go of the years that fly by.

But I don’t feel fear, I don’t feel that weight,
I’m happy to age, I don’t share their hate.
They worry about wrinkles, about slowing the pace,
But I’ve kept something pure no one can erase.

A childlike joy, a spark in my soul,
A sense of wonder, a heart that’s whole.
No matter the years, no matter the line,
I’ll always have that innocence, that light so divine.

They’re mad about time, about getting too old,
But I don’t see aging as something to scold.
I’ve lived with a spirit no age can confine,
I’m happy to grow, I’m happy to shine.

“Too old,” they say, as if it’s a crime,
But I don’t let those words steal my time.
I’ll smile through the years, keep dancing in place,
For no one can steal my joy, my grace.

So let them be angry, let them complain,
I’ll embrace every year, I’ll stand in the rain.
Age doesn’t change the light that I hold,
It just makes me stronger, it makes me more bold.

I’m not afraid of the years, not at all,
I’m happy to age, to stand tall.
And no one can take my innocence away,
Not with their “too old” or their bitter dismay.