Fools - Poem by Sandra Feldman
When we're young,
We think the World,
We can just conquer,
Change troubling Oceans,
Into positive streams.
As we get older,
We lose our thunder,
And sadly realize,
That all remains as it seems,
There are no miracles whipped by words,
That will fulfil the idealist's dreams,
We're but Fools, trying to fix,
The devil's dirty bag of tricks.
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