Looking at the faces
of older generations
wondering of their
golden years before
it had been stolen
from them and inherited
by the offspring to come
and carry their youth
through cycles and stages
of turbulent rebellion
Looking at the faces
of a newer generation
wondering how much
longer until they too
must give up their youth
and be replaced by
a new wave of juvenile spirit
who will take on the torch
and decide the fate of man kind
We all die young
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Mental Ramblings
PoetryA collection of original poetry Disclaimer: These poems are not professionally written and in fact may sound very amateurish. I don't have a ton of experience writing really good poetry and keep in mind that these are drafts and I might further edit...
