It proves I am not a lad, but the shadow cast

in the heart says it isn't so! There is still

a child there, as a silhouette in stone;

A youthfulness I won't let go,

a shadow of the soul.

As light that masks the darkness with the brilliance of the day;

As hands that mold the hardness of potter's clay;

as richness of knowledge enlightens the mind;

it is the value of the treasure that still

excites the find-So it goes with time.

Age is but a rewind when it comes

to youth or growing old.

It is an attitude!

A shadow of

the soul.