Forever Young — a poem of beauty and aging
The golden rose will bloom each morn,
Gilt petals open, bright and warm,
And I rejoice for each day born.
My heart is green, forever young.
Although it is no longer Spring,
I still find reasons I should sing,
And I will rise on mighty wings:
My heart is green, forever young.
My beauty can’t be snatched away,
For it is not found on my face,
And when my hair is gone to grey,
My heart is green, forever young.
When dark and cold of Winter’s night
Turns all the green and gold to white,
I won’t lose faith; I wait for light.
My heart is green, forever young.
The golden rose will bloom each morn,
Gilt petals open, bright and warm,
And I rejoice for each day born.
My heart is green, forever young.
