Lost generation
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#39 Lost generation
Children playing joyfully
Safely in the streets
With no worries
Of fighting, of rivalry
How long ago that was
They do not know
When they cannot see
How society made them
Cruel to another’s love
Knowing their corruption
Enslaving women through money
Never again a gentleman
Will be in their mist
For they have slaved goodness
So despair and anger reign
Sitting still
In an old man’s chair
I can do nothing
But weep, weeping on
For I am a broken man
My children leave me
For I am a burden to them
And their children know me
As old, senile, out-of-fashion
No place in their lives
Everyday they grow more hostile
To neighbours, to family
Greedy of what they own
Even a smile is suspicious
They can never turn back
There is no hope for them
But often do I pray
That a new generation
Would seek greatness
Striving for their innocence
My children, I cry out for you!
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter
society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love
them, they show us the state of our decay. Brian Aldiss
There was never a child so lovely that his mother wasn't glad to get him to sleep. Ralph
Waldo Emerson
Often parents are working to solve problems without knowing what the real problem is.
Unknown
The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us. When the world seems
familiar, when one has got used to existence, one has become an adult. Eugene Ionesco
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