I wonder if the key to staying young can be found in simple things
Like running barefoot in the park or pretending to have wings.
Like chasing fireflies by a campfire or waving at a passing train,
Like finding shapes within the clouds...or playing in the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Try it Jim and let me know in a year's time if it's made you feel any younger.