Vivid memories of times gone by,
Still bring back a smile so bright.
Confident, bold were all my moves,
Into midnight I would groove.
Time has etched its mark on me,
Silvers and wrinkles in symphony.
Experience and realizations to share,
To inspire the youth, to make them aware.
The face may age, past its prime,
Yet my heart dances, with the times.
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Author:
rajatbagchi (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A celebration of old age
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Indeed accepting oneself for who one is each day physically, mentally, spiritually all contribute to a state of happiness and health. A lovely write
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