Wondering about what have been told,
The glory and seriousness of  old.
All  I can feel was pain and cold.
For very few youth the seriousness holds,
But majority feel they must be scold.

Wondering about the unrefined rawness,
That those of old have a particular roughness,
Which help them possess thorough toughness,
They all appear in the best stages of seriousness.
My eyes now open to the youth sickness.

I was told that then life seems stressful,
So all they could do was to achieve what they choose to the full.
Without concentrating on the common flu.
They have to hold on through perseverance and full (clean).
I now know that the youth are nothing but fool.