The colder goes the winter,
The warmer the summer comes.
We are the children of the present,
And the parents of the future.
As our elders seem more wiser,
They aren’t definitely old timers,
As they open their ears, to hear us,
Their breathing slows them down.
It’s within themselves, to advise us,
In what to do, with our lives,
So we can live our lives,
Leaving them all the time….
That we can look at each other,
And be certain that we can live, a smother life.
For does a man, practice to criticize,
To a woman he loves? And she wants to survive.
Men of all nations, don’t you realize?
That a man’s love to a woman is a love of life.
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