Are we ever truly old as long as our minds,
are as clear as a Spring day,
as long as hearts shine as the sun of noon.
We shall live forever our souls,
are so free as the universe is surely wide.
Journeying towards infinite wisdom,
we as humans can touch eternity.
Grow to greater expectations,
long after our flesh has demised.
Do we truly grow old or do we continually,
grow like a child running,
into the green grass of a memorable home.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
