Young World
It's such a blessing how the
young world it's still
progressing
The quality of life it's based on
imagination
A vigor of emotions which has
us stuck in amazement
Youth. A state of mind with will
of pure termination
Nobody grows old by living a
number of years
People grow old by executing
certain ideals
Wether you are thirteen or
eighty three
There is in every beings heart
the simple joy of wonder.
The childlike appetite of whats
left to come next
You are as old as your doubt,
As young as your interest,
As old as fear,
Its all just a game of existence.
The undaunted challenges we
prevail are all wired with the
innermost core of how we feel.
Perhaps may be that life is
wrought with fever and fraught
with danger,
Our spirits unembodied by evils
we've grown.
From man to the beauty of
women and the power of earth,
infinite courage
So long you are young.
Copyright © A. Rosario | Year Posted 2012
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