Now the days are gone
that once were new,
but I shall go on and on
to walk my way through;
For nothing is changing
it is all still there,
to the futures arranging
to go somewhere.
I thought life would come
and bring on the prospect,
but nothing's still for some
in every day's neglect.
The world is still the same
and still, we need a way,
to change the way and game
in every aspect's play.
Soon futures come alive
to bring times through,
and some shall on strife
to make life and renew.
They tried their best to gain
and build their future on,
but that has been in vain
in what these days have done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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