“The Mirror Can Kiss My Ass: Still Young Where It Counts”  (Revisionist Shakespeare – Sonnet 22 for Gen X)

My damn mirror won’t convince me that I’m getting old,
Not while you’re still out there burning bright and bold.
Your fresh fire keeps my tired bones feeling alive,
Like some old-school rebel still learning how to survive.

Don’t think your youth is just some temporary ride,
While my worn-out years are something I gotta hide.
’Cause your heart’s got a place right here in my chest,
And my beat-up soul finds a home where yours rests.

So don’t worry about the wrinkles, the scars, or the years,
Life’s thrown some punches, some bullshit, and tears.
We’ve both taken hits from this messed-up game,
But love keeps the spark and remembers our name.

My heart is yours, and yours keeps me feeling brand new,
Because damn it, I’m still young when I’m standing with you.