My body with wrinkles some parts look old
Yet my mind is young so I am told
My hands looked wrinkled yet my fingers long
Where has my young hands gone
To a mirror I run I must check this look
Age is just a numbers I have read somewhere in a book
How can this be me for my thoughts are so young
I’ll keep it that way for it is my spirit and soul that counts
I’ll not look to the mirror’s that reflects my outer shape
For it is what it is but my youth is within
Lessons that I have learnt I’ll play them well
Stress of this world will cheat me out of my days
So each day I will make my life of wonderful fun
Smile, play, love, think happiness and be young
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