I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and
flourishing in an immortal youth.

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and
flourishing in an immortal youth.

I care about our young people, and I wish them great success, because they are our Hope for the Future, read more

I care about our young people, and I wish them great success, because they are our Hope for the Future, and some day, when my generation retires, they will have to pay us trillions of dollars in social security

Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing read more

Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallow-tree.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the read more

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We will remember them.

But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving read more

But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and read more

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.

Don't waste your youth growing up.

Don't waste your youth growing up.

Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing read more

Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he persists
As if his life lay on't.