Why can't we be tomorrow
Instead of dying the day after tomorrow
Such a short life span
Such a crippled future
Mayfly days of brief frenetic flight
They will throw us away
As soon as they think we are spent
And have nothing else to offer
What a waste!
Why can't we be tomorrow
Reinvention and renewal as personal responsibility
Rise and fall on your own efforts or lack of efforts
The perennially unhip left to expire on a mountaintop by their children
Preserved in page and not in amber
What a waste!
Old people enslaved in the promotion of youth culture
Maturity should promote itself as the answer for tomorrow
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