Like a toddler running there,
running, running everywhere,
it's hard for them to walk or pace
for a toddler's life is one big race.

Do you think that you can run and run
now that you are eighty-one?
It's impossible for you to do
but your youth is never through.

For in our hearts there's a memory that lasts
of when we ran just as fast.
So as we think back to those days
our youth comes back in many ways.

We see a child run and smile
and visualize and feel the mile
that never seemed to far to go
and even though our pace is slow

in our hearts we're forever young.

Edwina Reizer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forever-young-3/