Verses of Timeless Youth

In the mirror, wrinkles etch tales untold,

Silver strands weave stories of days of old.

Yet, behold, in these eyes, the spark remains,

A flame of dreams that age cannot restrain.

The world may whisper, “Time has taken its toll,”

But I stand, a rebel, in the face of the soul.

For old age, I declare, is not in the skin,

It’s the surrender within, where battles begin.

To dream is to dance with stars in the night,

To hope is to paint the dawn with soft light.

Age, a mere illusion, a trickster’s disguise,

For the heart that still dreams, forever flies.

I’ve weathered storms, seen seasons unfold,

Yet, my spirit’s young, untarnished, and bold.

In the attic of dreams, I continue to climb,

Gathering hopes, threading them through time.

Old age, a specter, I banish with glee,

It dwells not in years but in the will to be free.

To face challenges, to embrace the unknown,

Is the elixir that keeps a young heart grown.

The mirror may echo the passage of years,

But within, a symphony of laughter appears.

I’m not old, I declare with each heartbeat,

For dreams are the currency that time can’t cheat.

So, let the calendar pages turn and twirl,

I am young, with dreams that unfurl.

The spirit ages not in the hands of the clock,

But in the surrender to doubts that knock.

No, I am not old, though time may persist,

I am a dreamer, an optimist.

With every sunrise, a promise I see,

That life’s vast tapestry still weaves for me.

In the dance of the years, I find my rhyme,

A melody of hope that transcends time.

For age is a notion the heart can defy,

I am young, forever, under this sky.