Generations
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