Forever Young
Youthful sounds coming from an old mind’s gong
the rhythms of adventure, never gone
so aged, way beyond knowing right from wrong
time gives its sign but yet to blow the horn
the soul and mind mature and still grow
flesh stands still serving as their minister
every arrow is fresher than the bow
but stands newer than a younger sister
mistakes seem not to put the mind in drain
time wasted, nothing it can deprive
despite the years, one escapes from age’s cane
capturing the fun and feeling the jive
time can’t be cheated, it will soon emit
but before then, enjoy the long summit.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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