The Future, Staring Right At Me
A pretty young girl walked right up to me
stuck in her finger in my belly and decreed
'You're old and useless, you should die'
but before I could cry, the pretty girl let fly:
'The future belongs to us, the young and the strong'
~ and it's not remotely possible that she's wrong
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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