A man is fighting for his life on the sick bed
His cancer has eaten all the strength in him.
A woman is raped and strangled
by unknown youths
A baby girl is born in the village
From a once barren woman.
Life held on to stay,
Life taken away,
And life given
In the same minute.
Yesterday the young buried the old
Today the old are left to mourn the young
There is indeed no time
For one to think himself a child
For the young are no longer ageing
And the Old have grown weary.
The Ageing Young are few,
And there task is more.
To serve their nations,
In leadership of Dignity
The Ageing Young!
Are the window of hope
Who to their offspring they shall tell
Tales of Humans' past glory.
When living was a gift from the gods
And dying a rare phenomenon told
When the future depended on the young
Who cared less for the future,
Like a leaf being drifted to the sea,
The young but the Aging Young
Lost meaning and the purpose of life.
It is the Ageing young
Upon whom the future depends!
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