Youthful Charm Of Aging Poem by Jabil Manandhar

As the sun rose
on that blessed morning,
the Ninth of August,
the day I was born.
Bound on a journey
of the newly known life,
With dreams in the heart
And with the seeds freshly sown.
As the years passed by,
Like chapters in a book,
Filled with experiences,
some bitter and some sweet.
In the book of time,
That's written with care,
Each page a tale,
And the memory I wear.
Through the highs and lows,
I've come to find…
A confident charm,
that age can't unbind.
But within this aging vessel,
a fire still burns…
A well-aged heart,
shines bright and young.
I raise my vision high,
To the gained wisdom
For within me,
Lies a heart still Eighteen,
With dreams and hopes,
Evergreen and pristine.