I found the fountain of youth.
It wasn't in the alcohol
nor the fake nails
or my bank account
it wasn't that slow dance
or my boy toy
or hair extensions
I found it when I handed it over to God
And rested on my pillow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great truth about youth. Therefore if any man be in Christ he is a new creature. Simply Profound.