#WritcoPoemPrompt15
I see the reflection of my happiness,
In your eyes,
Picture perfect,
Like a bouquet of posies,
Like a sky full of sunshine...
Youth is not a state of life,
It is a state of mind.
Nobody grows old by merely
Living a number of years;
People grow old by deserting their ideals.
Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up
Enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry,...