I asked him, once, how he stayed so young...the old man grinned from ear to ear.
He put his arm around my shoulder and he whispered in my ear...
"I love more than I hate, " he said, "I give more than I take...
And I set my heart to have a new adventure...every morning when I wake."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem