We all boast of the golden past,
And delight dining upon its flavors,
But, have no faith in our very SELF,
Though often boast of buoyancy.
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The wheels keep rolling over the sod of time,
While generations get crushed in recurrence.
Problems brutally burn raw wounds,
As Solutions debate in benefits' bondage.
A very dismal picture of the world, beautifully summarized! We delight and gloat over our 'golden past', but refuse to live in the present or do something to make the present worthwhile so that the posterity can boast over their immediate past!
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The wheels keep rolling over the sod of time, While generations get crushed in recurrence. Problems brutally burn raw wounds, As Solutions debate in benefits' bondage. A very dismal picture of the world, beautifully summarized! We delight and gloat over our 'golden past', but refuse to live in the present or do something to make the present worthwhile so that the posterity can boast over their immediate past!