Remember the Youth, Young and Old.

Childs of our age
They cry and laugh
Joyful
They see and know
Fearful
Of our villainous ways.

They think without knowing
Yet know more than seeing
Seerful
They seem to know
Fearful
We try to ignore.

Children our age
They hold and listen
Meaningful
They, heart and soul
Fearful
That time will toll.

This of all things
We must never ignore
Truthful
They are us and more
Fearful
That they will not be forever.

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