When I see the young ones...
Drinking all their dreams away
Careless in everything
Never thinking past today.
Sometimes I plead
Hoping one will listen.
They always say, "Don't worry,
We're smart, We'll find a way."
Off they go, snickering,
Ignoring every word I say.
Each time my eyes
Flood with tears of grief.
Years from now
They won't be men
But mere shadows of who
They could have been.
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