Young and Old, Children and Adults.

I watch the children as they play They laugh and smile, thinking everything is okay But in there feeble little minds Hidden behind bright young eyes They know, to the world there nothing but a child The world dosen't know The world dosen't care There just another face With a number and a name Inside, they grow old Tired and misserable Sick and cold Wishing something good would happen But knowing that it won't Outside there still young Knowing nothing of the world And the evil people it holds Old replaces the young Now these children are adults Frowns and sunken eyes They never seem to smile All they seem to do is cry When money isn't right When life turns into a job The only time they smile Is when they finally die. End