The Future

To see youth in earnest
Fresh like spring
Does my heart good every time
The future may be in doubt
But all is not lost
When in their eyes
River of thoughts float by
A spark of interest
Beyond their own existence
Hold their attention
All is not lost
There is still hope for the future.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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12:36 pm
11-25-06