Her face has aged to eighty
but her spirit’s still eighteen;
wrinkles may line her forehead
but the mind beneath is keen.
Her feet at times get weary;
her hands don’t always obey,
but in her heart she’s ready
to frolic the night away.
Young At Heart
Christine's Collection 
Nicely written.
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Thank you. sorry for the slow reply; I found your comment in my SPAM this morning.
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Ohh
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How delightful!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Great photo and poem to go along with it!
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Thank you. I scribbled out the poem a couple of days ago, and can thank Pixabay for the photo.
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Aged 80 but spirit still 18…. isn’t that just the truth for some!
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I’ve met a few. Actually most of us still think like a twenty-year-old, but the old bod doesn’t want to move as nimbly anymore.
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Hmmm…. this is true too.
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Thanks for your reply. For some reason it landed in my SPAM box.
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Oh no. I need to check my Spam too. I’ve been seeing a lot of complaints about that recently.
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