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Hidden Youth

HIDDEN YOUTH Locked inside each oldster, There's a youngster you will find, Peering out and looking back, At all he's left behind. He's really not so different, From the youngsters of today, Though wrinkled now, his eyes are dim, What hair he has is gray. He stilllikes a little company, Enjoys a little fun, And oh the stories he can tell, From back when he was young. He's not as dumb as some will think, He's wiser now than most, And you can learn a lot from him, If you aren't self engrossed. Most problems that we face today, He's seen it all before, You aren't the first to run into, That self same slamming door. He has a world of sage advice, If you will only listen. He's run that same track once or twice, And he has hind-sight vision. He's really not so different, He laughs and he cries too, Not just some stuffy old antique, Inside he's just like you. Judy Ball So many people today think once you've passed the Big Five-O life just ends. NOT SO! For many of us it begins al over again. We're finally free to pursue all the things we previously set aside to raise our families. Our brains don't just stop functioning and I've never seen anyone with an expiration date stamped on their bottom by God at birth. We still like to have coffee and chat, we still like a good joke, still like to dance, go to dinner, see a show, etc. Myself I still love the great outdoors and being surrounded by Nature and my animals. I'm old I'm not dead. I'm gonna go full tilt until I just run out of gas and drop one day. You can do what you want with what's left. I won't be needing it anymore.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/28/2011 10:26:00 AM
me being 67 going on 68 i agree with you, i also love nature and animals of all kinds, and each morning i awake to the sounds of birds singing and it just gives me more meaning to life and a reason to thank my God even more. a great poem you wrote. thank you for commenting on Blooming Rose Bush.
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Date: 6/26/2011 2:12:00 PM
this is a great poem for us golden oldies. I am 55 but I found that it IS true,it's all downhill after 50. I never had so many problems as I did when I hit the big 5 0. However, also it is a most rewarding time of life, when the kids are grown and we can enjoy many things! Good poem, Judy.
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Judy Ball
Date: 6/26/2011 3:01:00 PM
Thanks so much my friend. I am the world's oldest kid at 64yrs. young. Glad you enjoyed this one my friend. God Bless, JB
Date: 6/26/2011 7:21:00 AM
Judy A very reflective piece well written. Enjoy your poems. Please keep them coming. BobQ
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Judy Ball
Date: 6/26/2011 11:39:00 AM
Thank you so much Bob for such kind words. Glad you like them so much. God Bless, JB

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