When young thoughts are geriatric
Even dear god must wonder why
But they are not lunatic
To ponder things old and sigh
It is an exotic thing they search
Something one did not value in the past
Perhaps out of use for a reach
Tomorrow is so dependent on yesterday to last
It is surprising guilded youth-
could be so realistic
Yet some expect good from every mouth
Pity them, optimistic
Alteration done in tradition is modernity
These amendments were for ease
But now from all of this one craves liberty
Action is mightier than a please
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