As we grow old the times seem darker,
but for the younger they have never been brighter,
as some speak of how things once were,
others speak of how things will be.
Our experiences are what shape our lives,
as a pessimist is one who set their hopes too high,
and the optimists are the ones who made their dives.
As the old grow more bitter,
and the young see life to glitter,
the old press their sadness upon the youth,
believing that they have yet to see the truth.
Acting as if the children are dumb,
incapable, foolish and yet to be hung,
but the adolescents are merely hopeful,
until they are subdued to not be so vocal.
Like a wildfire being subdued by a storm,
the young quiet down,
becoming worn and torn.
And as they grow old and see the mistakes,
they try to have the new youth hit the breaks,
but to remain strong and hopeful the youth must remain,
or else living in disparity, ignorance and pain.