No worth since birth
from outside learned
way beyond or below concern
oh, how the young did yearn
for all but the stern
oh, how the young did yearn
to be old with wisdom earned
but the old wish dominates the urn
within atmospheric burns
how long left, becomes the only question
with no rights to turn.
Slammed doors in place of a child's face
commonplace is an adults disgrace
that grew the jealousy that others felt safe
oh, how the young did yearn for even a trace
of love and trust for, of the human race
without the need for the chase
with age comes wisdom that the young's replaced
with memories encased of how we died with haste
oh, how the old do yearn, for even a taste of what we waste.