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Youth
By Samuel Ulman

Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind.
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees.
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions.
It is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage
over timidity of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.


This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of the 20.
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years.
We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give enthusiasm wrinkle the soul.
Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair--
these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn
the growing spirit back to dust.


Whether 60 or 16, there is every human being's heart the
lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of
what's next and the joy of the game of living.


In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station;
so long as it receive massages of beauty, hope, cheer,
courage and power from men from the infinite,
so long are you young.


When aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snow
of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20.
But as long as your aerials are up, to each waves of optimism,
there is hope you may die young at 80.

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Yesterday, I used above poem as my teaching material. After class, I made sure I was a worrywart. Most adult-students were touched by this poem. Here and there, they cried with joy it was very good. I like my student very much. Even though they are older than I, they look more sensitive and romantic. If they want me to be in front of them, I'll be willing to lead them to the future.


I'd like to be a light for the people who need me. So I have to study very very harder than before.



uhm...dear Soo..is this poem "Youth" for me? kkk...I REALLY love this poem. Thanks for the beautiful poem. your old Jimmy

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