Youth isn’t a number; it’s a state of mind, A way to see the world with wonder unconfined. The spark of the 70s, forever in our soul,...

When I was a child, in puddles I'd beam, Big smiles reflected in each shimmering gleam. Joyful and bright, with laughter unplanned, Every...

In the quiet of our aging days, When the world slows down, and silence weighs, We sit alone, reflecting on the past, Wondering how time...

In the dim, ungodly hour's glare, I stumble forth with unkempt hair, Another day, another bout, Against the world's incessant clout. The...

In the quiet of the evening, I sit and reminisce, About the days long past, those moments I miss. The world was simpler, with a slower,...

Rediscovering the Magic... Have you ever wondered what it would be like to see the world again with the awe and innocence of a child? Do...