A man’s as old as he’s feeling … ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

If the body frees the mind in its quest

For youthful dreams to be forever young

Let not time play such games like cricket test

To stay batting because the gloves are hung.

If I should sit alone in dark of night

Will I hear angels singing of a new King?

Or should I let my mind wander for light

Until sunlight herald flowers of spring?

"Never too old", I thought in solitude

Murmuring to myself, " Am I too late?"

But the mind regales with much gratitude

That I am so far from St. Peter'sGate.

When youthful feelings prod the mind to soar

Sweet dreams go far beyond ocean's shore.