Still Young Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

A wrinkled man
Writing of his love that he longs to hold
Remembers he is still young

A women walking with a cane
To help her a long her retired ways
Remembers she is still young

The child holding on dearly
To his mother thinks
He is old

Why we believe that age really matters
Age is just a number
Youth is not a time of life it is a
State of mind

The oldest of men and the youngest of girls are all young
Just in different ways we might
Not know it yet