Old people live with fears Undiminished over years Fears of the child None of them mild Running Wild In their imagination Of their own creation They are messing Take the blessing Of what you've had And know what’s bad Be glad for the eyes to see What might be Know what it meant At least for one mnment Look up into the sky Count the clouds passing by Like when you first saw them In memories you once stored them Remember dreams they spun there Far from every day fair Don’t wear the clowns painted face Cronjured to hide your disgrace A visage to frighten Never to enlighten Dislocated Isolated To be later hated By the ones The young You betrayered With what you delayed To do This is down to you
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