When we're young,
We think the World,
We can just conquer,
Change troubling Oceans,
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A weird kind of peace can be attained when you recognize futility. I am just reaching that point- -concerning politics. Your poem shows that you're not quite ready to concede... and I applaud you for that.
Take that bag and tip from level pour that crap back on the devil Make a new bag and fill it well of all that's wonderful, kind and swell!
yes there are sth that we think can be easily conquered in our juvenile years.............but when we put on the gown sewn by time.............we realize what's the truth and how foolish we were..............very nice presentation of thoughts...........great job.