The Gap
The Gap
Young and old grow further apart
Life was grand then so we depart
Into days of memories so forgotten
Of brotherhood and its love begotten
We look at youth with scornful eyes
Unheeded by the words of the wise
Don’t forget you were part of them all
Don’t let jealousy make you fall
Aging divides life into each segment
Songs of joy and songs of lament
Lament calls for envy to take charge
As a requiem for life by and large
Do not judge the past with scorn
Lest we judge ourselves as being scornful
We are the resolution of
Days gone by
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