Bad Tomorrow
You cannot change the ideas
of your generation, only
attempt to teach the
young.
Even among those you might
educate, they too, often
climb the wrong
rung.
Life pursues its quest blindly,
the vernal rarely
listen to the
old,
When this happens, progress
stalls, life spirals in
decline, a future
foretold.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11461
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Quatrain of Bad Tomorrow - 11461 - Yorktown Disciple
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Life
continues
to
journey
in
decline
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