Looking back with fondness,
On the impetuousness of youth.
Smiling at the memory,
Of being young.
Listening to the new young,
Reliving the same.
Over and over.
Knowing nothing changes.
Nothing will change because,
People are people,
And the thoughts that you have thought,
Have already been thought.
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siranswerer (
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Comments1
nice piece ringing true
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