In the digital dawn, where pixels blend and bytes do flow, A journey through the timeline, where the virtual winds do blow. Age, a number in the cloud, wisdom in the code, Each year a software update, a new path, a different road. No talk of halting, pausing, in this era, swift and bright, For retirement is a concept, to the old world, it might delight. But we, the modern navigators, in a sea of endless apps, Find joy in constant motion, no time for quiet gaps. In the hustle, in the bustle, where ideas spin and twirl, Each day is a discovery, a precious, gleaming pearl. We age not like the generations past, with silence creeping slow, But with a zest for learning, in our hearts, a constant glow. The old person, a tale of yore, in the digital age, does fade, For we are ever young at heart, in the neon light parade. With every year, a new device, a tool to conquer fears, Our wisdom not in slowing down, but in shifting gears. Retirement, a distant thought, a relic of the past, We thrive in being active, in a world that's vast. So let us celebrate the now, with every tweet and post, For in this modern era, it's the journey we love the most. No slowing down, no stepping back, in the online dance we sway, For we are the generation, making the most of every day. The old person in retirement, a concept we'll redefine, For we grow wiser, bolder, in this wonderful time of mine.