In this world today,
there are many angry young men
who feel that
they are owed something
for doing nothing in return.
They feel everyone owes them,
but for what I ask?
Unlike when I was young,
we hard worked for
everything we wanted.
There were no handouts.
You worked or went without,
but these angry young men
think they deserve everything for free.
One day they might learn
you never get anything for nothing
and their tantrums will not change it.
They’ll just have to realize
no one is going to tolerate them
when they hold out a wanting hand.
12 April 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem