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Feb 2020
A quick throwback to the good old days,
Way back into your youthful phase.
Where the sky was always your limit.
And hard work and determination
That was the only way.

Back where our feelings we need not hide,
And our smiles on our faces were real.
For some it was an easy ride
While some went days without a meal.
Life probably threw a lot your way.
I'm still young I cannot say.
Nevertheless you're here today
Some still agile While some
complain about the aches.
Oh!
The good old youthful phase  

Now that you're all elderly
It doesn't mean your wise
thoughts the world don't need.
For me you're the light that helps us see.
The beauty in all humanity.

The older you grow the wiser you get.
And our elders are living proof
The lessons of life was well thought
In good ways and bad ways too
But as you grew you learnt from them
I'm pretty sure that's true,
As life continues for me and you
I hope my generation follow the footprints
Of your golden shoes.
the poem speaks about the journey of our elders. it's a tribute to the elderly.
Latoya  Bethune
Written by
Latoya Bethune  17/F/Guyana
(17/F/Guyana)   
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     Kev Harlequin
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