Do you know what i hate in the old?
Their ways of not seeing the new
Their ways to not let the past
Their ways of conserving what they think about the correct

I also hate to think that, sometimes,
The young people get old
Too soon,
And that time builds wise's,
But time thrown out
Constructs dead weights
Walking.

But they are not all.
Sometimes it is possible to repair
In some people,
A spirit who
Just born
Again.

The beauty of life is that
It is renewed
And then,
The new and the old
Intertwine.