Young at Heart <br /> <br />Am I really that old <br />Lets see! To remember the ziggurat the pyramids <br />The Niles at flood stage. When Atlantis was a city as <br />Well as Pompeii. <br />Romans building cities, had it their way, <br /> Pyramids there all along. <br /> <br />Then came Jesus, he was to fall, <br />a Pope or two to save us all, <br />not exactly, <br />Am I that old? To remember, not really? <br /> <br />As I can remember in my youth, when there was no electricity <br />No telephone, the horse was the only way to travel <br />Literally speaking to get back home, the Model T Ford, <br /> only birds could fly, no mail as we know today, <br /> pony express just had its day the choo choo train, <br /> <br />As pigeons the only way to convey messages that <br />Had important things to say, as how could it be, <br />As no stamps invented as we have today. <br /> <br />The lifeline of man the Bible says was hundreds of <br />Years give a year each way; at 83 I am young at heart <br />As all the wisdom is buried in my heart. <br />I shall write poetry till I can write no more. <br />As my parents guided me to all the virtues of God <br />I so humbly hold. <br />Am I really that Old. This analogy As I be young at heart. <br /> <br />Charles Garcia <br />2007<br /><br />Charles Garcia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-at-heart-3/
