Youth is a state of mind
sharp as a knife
rather than a time of life...
It's not a matter of rosy cheeks
red lips and supply knees,
but a strong will when one speaks
a matter of hope, courage, strength
joy and peace...
Nobody grows old merely by the years
But by deserting your ideals through worries
self destruct and fears
years may wrinkle your skin on the whole
but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles your soul...
When your spirit is covered
with the snows of pessimism
Then you are old even at eighteen
but as long as you catch the waves of optimism
You may die still young even at eighty...
F.Zhulfaa Zhulficar
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