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Listening to the chatter of the young,
Voicing their opinions,
Expressing their dreams and goals,
I remember a time when I could join,
When I could fit in.
Separated by age and an enhanced knowledge of the world;
Out there,
Where dreams turn to nightmares
And goals to wishful thinking...
Like a vagrant window-shopping on Main Street.
Knowing the merchandise is unobtainable.
Shopping anyway.
Oh, to be young again!
Ignorant of the harshness,
The cruelty,
That life and reality offer.
To still believe that one person can change the world.
To still see the beauty in life
Without seeking the catch to the deal,
The darknes behind the light,
And death beneath the surface.