As a child, I was too young
to be called young!
But my father was young!
And my mother was young!
My uncles and aunts were young!
When I became young,
Naturally, I was young!
At fifty,I was no longer young!
But my son grew young,
And my daughter grew young!
At seventy, I willnot at all be young,
But, my grandson grows young!
And my granddaughter grows young!
I know, being young
Is a beautiful feeling!
But living among the young
is also just like being young!
Then, tell me, you young!
When am Inot young?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know, being young Is a beautiful feeling! But living among the young is also just like being young! thinking so deep on the youth and being young. a fine poem. interesting.. tony