When young people (the ones I consider young) get older, they say they feel old. And when the older ones get older, they say they’re still young at heart. People feel like they are on the other side of the fence, from both sides. What i understand is that young and old are relative terms or feelings. They seem like contradictions that could co-exist. It got me thinking- where is that intangible line between young and old? Does it even exist? If it doesn’t, then what does one mean by ‘young’ and ‘old’?
This poem goes out to everyone who celebrates their birthday this year! Even if you don’t really celebrate it.
WHERE IS THE LINE?
To be young and old, combines contradictions.
Where is the line, that divides the sections?
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It’s just a number. But is it a number?
Where is the line? What is that number?
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Is it the body or the mind, or a feeling of the heart?
Where is the line? Is there a measuring chart?
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Almost there; but not yet, though it’s always on the rise.
Where is the line we try to disguise? (as time flies)
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To feel young or old is a subjective state.
THERE IS NO LINE. It’s a circle, mate!
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Life is a piece of cake!
divsbuddy 
True that! what’s in a number? I love the last poem of the poem..
👏👏👍
Nice poem