Dr John Celes (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)
Most Youth Today
They will not hear what elders say;
They want to do and have their way;
They want enjoyment, night and day;
They will take risks, oh, come what may!
They want to know the bad, then good;
They want to taste rubbish, then food;
They want more freedom than they should;
They do all things as per their mood;
They do not want advice from old;
They are adventurous and bold;
They go for metals better than gold;
They buy anything that is sold!
They want to know the world on own;
They go for luxury and loan;
They spend more time over the phone;
They want to be left all alone!
They want to learn all things too fast;
They care not for future or past;
They love quick fame, name and news-cast;
To them, the world’s no longer vast!
They want to learn, do things with ease;
They think they can cure all disease;
They love music, songs, dance, not peace;
They nap through dreams that never cease.
They want to reach all peaks o’er-night;
They do not care if dark or light;
They will believe by science or sight;
They shouldn’t be stopped or they would fight.
But all isn’t bad about our youth;
They are in search for every truth;
They think smart, expect not much fruit;
They ask queries to find the root.
They just believe in themselves first;
Some ardently follow Lord Christ;
They yearn for knowledge food and thirst;
They won’t give up if things turn worst!
They choose what’s best the world has got;
They do what senses tell and ought;
They do not care for luck or lot;
They want to reach the top-most slot!
The modern youth will have their way!
Adults can’t hold them in their sway;
Without the sun, they still make hay;
They do such things that well repay.
Let’s praise the youth for what they are!
To them light-years is not a bar;
It makes no difference, near or far;
But they mustn’t start a modern war!
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Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-07-2013
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