Forever Young Poem by Don Subba

From the lowest valleys
To the highest mountain peaks
May this blessing
Every day
Be sung
Though the years may gather
In your hands and in your knees
Still I pray your spirit
Stays unshaken
Deep and free

When your back is aching
And the road has made you slow
May your smile keep opening
Like a window
To the dawn
Let the aches and passing sorrows
Drift away like summer rain
You are held
You are loved
You are more than what remains

Though the years may whisper
Through your bones and through your skin
Still there's a light
Still there's a song
Still there's a holy morning

From the valleys
To the mountains
Let the blessing rise
Every day
Every morning
Let it never die

May your heart stay
Forever young
Forever young
May your heart stay
Forever young
Through every season
May your heart stay
Forever young
Forever young