Everlasting cicle
From the moment you enter cryingTill the moment you leave dying
We wonder if we ever see
All that we could ever be.
Each early faltering step
Soon to conformaty will fall
and each and every one of you
No more shall one but many be,
The wonderous gaze
once thrown at life
Now cold and dead,
Forever lost your younger step
To lifes modern beat,
while you, now old
turn frosted eyes
To this years batch
Of dreaming youth
A small and patronising smile
For something you have long forgot
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