A poem about growing older while keeping a youthful spirit. It highlights choosing peace instead of conflict, dreams over regrets, and self-discovery over others’ expectations.

The poem reminds us that while age may change our appearance, it doesn’t define a heart that continues to dream, love, and embrace life.

Young by Heart

They say I’m growing old,
but I think they misunderstand—
years have touched my face,
not the fire within.

I have buried yesterday’s sorrows
beneath tomorrow’s dreams,
and learned that peace
is sweeter than being right.

Once, I lived
to please the world.
Now, I leave a little space
for the man inside me.

I paint my days
with colours of my choosing,
turn scars into stories,
and silence into song.

Let the mirror count my wrinkles;
I count the mornings
that still make me smile.

Let time take my youth—
it cannot take my wonder.

For age may bend the body,
but it cannot make old
a heart that still whispers:

“There is more life to live,
more dreams to dream,
more love to give.”

So let the years keep coming.
Let time write its story on me.

I will keep dreaming.
I will keep loving.
I will keep becoming.

For I may be growing older—
but I will always remain
young by heart.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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