Inside

By Phyllis Beebe

Inside, where no one else can see
I'm just as young as I used to be.
No hint of grey has touched my hair
And, what is more, it is all there.
My eyes are clear and still it seems
They see all of my youthful dreams.
My step is firm, my arm is strong
Energy lasts me all day long.
My mind and memory are still keen
I always say just what I mean.

Ah, yes.

Inside, where no one else can see
I'm just as young as I used to be.