Your age is not on your skin
Your wrinkles tell a lie
Your coughs and aches cannot reveal
The time that has flown by
The colour of your hair can’t tell
Whether you’re young or old
Some people have misconceptions
Unaware of truth I’m told
Your baggy eyes, your tasteless tongue
Your weak, unreceptive ears
Are not the right points of reference
How do they know the years?
Your body is caught in a massive scam
It unwittingly plays a part
The only one that knows your age
Is the soulful beating of your heart
Your Age
Frank Solanki 
Yes , I too believe this. Perhaps our souls are ageless .
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That is true
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You are as old as you feel yourself to be. Great poem!
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Well written and very true.
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Spot on! My bodyvsays I’m chronologically near 70. My heart and mind are still 15, I swear. We just keep on keeping on. Thank you for this poem!
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You are most welcome. I am glad that you enjoyed it.
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