Being Young

 

Being Young

 

Nobody grows old

Simply by the number of years,

But they grow old

By leaving their ideals.

The years may wrinkle the skin,

But living a bad life is not a matter of life,

But it is a matter of mind.

 

It is not the matter of running fast

But it is the quality of emotions

When your life is filled

With loneliness,

Then you grow old

Even at eighteen.

When your heart is filled

With cheerfulness,

Then you may die young

Even at eighty.

Reviews

[Daydreamer54]

wow this was a great poem. Very enlightning! :)

[alison13]

such a great meaningful poem.. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Wise words. The people who hold on to joy and laughter will stay young forever. A excellent poem. Will written and a good story.
Coyote