My legs may be tired today,
but my spirit will dance,
till eternity
In my memories
the young girl still lives
.And dances.
Age – The number that defines us,
Atleast that’s what we think,
Maybe Yes, or maybe Not.
The miles in our legs,
The will in our heart,
The smile on our face,
The spark in our eyes,
Those that defines us.
Age? After all it is just a number.ย
Grace and dignity are ageless.
The heart never stops wishing.
Mortality canโt contain the spirit.ย
I am a Ballerina in my 60s frock
I groove, I dance, I waltz nonstop
Like a swan in a sea,
I am a doe, I am dove
Like the frangrance of a withering Summer
I linger as the 60s songs, all alone.
In the esse of a winter, I ain’t ever gone
Boxed in dwells of frailed autumns
I live along, like the 60s songs.ย
Dancing with sweet serendipity
Of another time.ย
For there is alwaysย
of a withered flowerย
The shadow of the youthful me
Is ever present
My body no longer dances
But my memories doย
Though our body grows old,
our spirit remains
forever young
You are only as young
as you feel
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