A young soul in my ageing body plays

in life •  6 years ago 

A young soul in my ageing body plays,

Though time’s sharp blades my weary visage raze.

Hard biter in a toothless mouth is she,

The will may wane, but she a winner stays

 
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great poem.thanks for sharing.