Moving Forward

It is still me

Never mind the growing lines on my face

I’m still here

Never mind the developing waistline

Still around

Never mind all the grey hair

I keep on moving

Never mind slower pace I tend to walk  

I’m still young

Never mind the realisation that my youth is gone 

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, this week I realised my youth is gone! 2012-09-31