I don’t envy the young
Romance alive in their hearts
Full of ideals and blind faith
Believing the lies we’re told
The young don’t envy me
Jaded by years of experience
Unable to escape our human failings
Seeing through the lies we’re sold
We live on different sides of age
I don’t think humans can have both
The naievete and hope of youth
The practical wisdom of being old.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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