Generations

Mon, 07/29/2019 - 15:59 -- albm34

I do this because I can't

Or rather won't be able

Since soon, it will be your responsibility

To put some food on the table

So what I pass onto you now

Is the urge and drive

To get out there, meet some people

Change the world, and live a good life

But something will come out of nothing

And you won't know where it came from

Because it won't matter that we own several condominiums,

Or that we're rich or doing just fine

For the one factor that will sneak up on you is time

This poem is about: 
Our world

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