I am young So young, that the world doesn’t see me as a real person yet, even though I am part of the next generation But not old enough, nowhere near as old enough to have explored the depths of reality and religion or to have understood the world and it’s ways So many more years lie before me, waiting for their turn: To prove to those who doubted, to thank those who helped, to care for those who were kind.
~ a poem : part 4
This is an 8 part poem, with a new part added each day. Thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated!