??Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years.
People grow old only by deserting their ideals.
Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair -
these are the long, long years that
bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust
我覺得寫出這樣的句子的是真正的詩人，形式押韻都沒那麽重要了
