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FOREVER YOUNG ON THE INSIDEI may have blisters on my hands I may have to dye my gray colored hair now I may have children and grandchildren But it doesn't mean I cannot care I may have problems that bring me down I may have a guitar I play in quiet times I may not see you over there face to face But it doesn't mean I cannot see you in my rhymes I may have situations that come and go bad and good I may have creaky bones that you can hear in silent moments I may talk too much and too loud But it doesn't mean I cannot take away your torments By being FOREVER YOUNG in my mind By being FOREVER YOUNG in my soul By being FOREVER YOUNG in my heart By letting the FOREVER YOUNG in me roll... To you. 4/26/2012 1045 cj Vote for this poem
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