Age Poem by Jan E Smith

What is the age that makes us old?
When laughter stops and hearts grow cold.

The milestones we all must reach.
Like leaves on the grass and shells on a beach.

These times we think that all is lost.
So we rush or goals at any cost.

Yet what is life that we should live,
but lessons to learn and time to give.

To be content within one's soul,
would surely make a person whole.

So to you my friend I say this day,
be true to yourself in every way.