Young ones,
Future of tomorrow, they say.
Older ones,
Nothing but the memory of yesterday.
The past and the future,
Crosses paths of generations.
This present time,
Is filled with various revelations.
Our thoughts defer,
Our opinions for from the same.
There is nothing that we can refer,
Life is only just a game.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
Young ones,
Future of tomorrow, they say.
Older ones,
Nothing but the memory of yesterday.
The past and the future,
Crosses paths of generations.
This present time,
Is filled with various revelations.
Our thoughts defer,
Our opinions for from the same.
There is nothing that we can refer,
Life is only just a game.
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