My heart is still young
But I feel out of place
Almost non existent
Not part of the race
This is the trouble
With getting old
You can go to some places
And feel out in the cold
Your heart is still young
But your face doesn’t fit
To many wrinkles
Wearing old fashioned kit
Oh to hell with what others
Others may think
I’m going to stay young
And down with a drink
I’m still in the running
I’m not past it yet
I can keep up with most
If not the jet set
Time will of course
Catch up with me
The old body gives out
And you slip at the knee
Staying young in my mind
Is important to me
It’s what keeps you going
It’s part of the key
So remember dear friend
It’s all in the mind
Your still in the race
Still part of mankind
DLP 1/1/2008
Age of body matters not;
it merely is a vessel.
A simple message not forgot;
it's the mind with which we wrestle.
Stephen Carney
Rather liked it ^^ Some of it was said by my grandmother so this poem has resurfaced fond memories.
liked this Don, by gum them theer Black Puddings taste good wi a bit o mustard regards Bill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Don. Another great poem. Always stay young at heart.