small world

In this small world where we reside
we keep our hopes and dreams alive
Those past reach for what we strived
laughing loudly where before we cried
Our spirit serves - our chance foretold
by the new age born to those of old
Yet once old (italicised)
one’s a number – bygone - wise
Should one’s wisdom bear one’s time
or measure silly from sublime
Like the leaf turned into flower
creation comes from one’s seminal hour
The flower blooms – her beauty stored
over time becoming flawed
Like old books with yellow pages
They represent our passing phases
Life – it is a curse for some
but when they’ve been belief will come
And wrestle with our youth – so cagey
yet in this small world they’re seen parading

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