Young At Heart

Poem By winifred thorpe

I know a man of forty,
who looks like twenty one,
his hair is black as ebony,
he's tall and straight and walks with pride,
when a woman's by his side.

he dances like a charmer,
he kisses lady's hands,
and when they say they have to go,
he understands.

He hasn't got a wrinkle,
his teeth are all his own,
I love this man who's young at heart.

because he is my own,

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