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The World Belongs To The Young

The world belongs to the young, who know no boundaries, no limits, unconstrained by time they run through life like wild horses-- and when they stumble, they never fall. Unlike the old who know too well, too hard, how dangerous time is, how fraught life can be, how lost are old hopes and tender dreams and how brittle the steel of love. So the young own the world, or so they believe-- but soon enough God or Fate or Chance will trip all the fleet of foot & as they stumble, some to fall (a few never to get up) then the young will know how sad, how very sad it is to truly grow up.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/19/2020 1:41:00 PM
Congrats on your H.M. in the contest, L.C. Here's to youth, with a dash of patience and a sprinkle of tolerance. Cheers, gw
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L. J. Carber
Date: 5/20/2020 12:44:00 PM
Thanks Gershon--and yes, youth is its own special state of grace....
Date: 4/27/2018 2:54:00 PM
ohh, i hope the youth of today will remain resilient and child-like in adulthood.. a sensitive work i truly enjoyed, LJ... huggs
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L. J. Carber
Date: 4/28/2018 7:36:00 AM
Thanks, Nette--- I expect they will grow up as we did, since life tempers all of us in time.