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Footprints left behind by a young man
Appear disappeared
Dust-smeared in the passage of time
With each step made ahead
By the next generation.
Each generation makes its own world-
The aura and the saga
Of long struggles and achievements
Built up as a castle
With youthful sweat and blood.
All their achievements are but shadows
The sand pebbles
Though strongly held together,
On the sea coast of their life
Facing tides and tempests from all sides.
Squeezed to the last drop are the old ones
Who store honey and milk
For their young ones to live by day.
Alas! they're often dumped into an alley
To die by night.
But next-gen's life is nothing
But the unseen result
Of old-gen's long suffering and struggles. |
