The old people they
pass by
in the street
some of them
bumping shoulders
with the young people
they come across
soul less spirits
imprisoned by
the generation gap
so close
yet so far
apart
from one another
they shed
many tears
the sorrow becomes
the ocean that divides
human beings
remember the past
but it isn't a
dwelling place!
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