Forever Young Poem by Igor Balatsky

Forever Young



She is forty
She's a grandma
But she looks twenty
And she's twenty-behaved
The lady with hair of wheat
The woman who doesn't get older

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Hans Vr 10 August 2011

What a giant truth in this lovely poem. It is true: we are as young or as old as we make up our mind to be.

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