Young
at Heart
When you are young at heart
It speaks like realistic art.
Writing a poem about love
That fits like a glove
Is telling a contemporary story
Of the brain that controls
Every muscle of the body,
Except the heart
That pulsing and rolls
Without words of sorry.
When you are young at heart,
It speaks like contemporary art.
Here comes adulthood
With glowing stars
Blessed with colorful arts
Of two lovely hearts.
Grap the opportunity
That comes with responsibility
Of high hopes and a dream,
One early morning,
With coffee and cream.
Tomshinsky@2026
