Young, reckless, and wild youths are we The night is young, dawn is all a far story Days are good, the joys or sorrow is high The moon is bright, the stars shine in the darkened sky When times are fine, the sun is up so high We will find love, always there in the distant lie Even though we are young, we understand much Always, forever, we will be connecting in touch Promises made, broken, we will stand on its lot Because we're young, reckless, and serious, we're not All these troubles and heartaches our prime eventually soothes Here we are, singing with flutes and lutes for youths
Young, reckless, and wild youths we are trying to be When all is lost, all we find is our peace in ecstasy Days are bad, the sorrows of joy finds cheer The night is dim, the stars dwindle in fading queer And when the time's right in our lives bend over Through dawn until dusk, we chase love's joy and glimmer Always, forever, we will be swimming in endless wit Oaths broken, promised, in our words we'll eventually sit The end is near, the time is soon to stop When youth is lost, all our joy will seem to drop Now that strengths and confidence our age slowly loots We will sit, singing with flutes and lutes for youths
Rotten, careful, and tame beings we have become Things settled down in the blatant lives of some The times are good, the silence of noises haunt us Way better than back in the days when it ended in fuss Present and future require to be thought about Live in the now, they said, it's something you can't live without But when the seas are troubled and sadness piles All we're left with are memories of days living in exiles The end is here, the time for soberness is indeed real Suddenly, we have found ourselves living in great times ordeal Even when the sky is dark and light, away it scoots We'll find ourselves singing with flutes and lutes for youths
And in the stillness of night we find ourselves awake Thinking back into the times we watched the night in its wake Dawn comes to view, the rays visible through windows Here we are, living amidst painful joys and sorrows The past has gone away now, replaced with burden All we're left with are noisy silence forcing us to listen Where is the song we used to sing in our prime Remember every word, every clips, and every rhyme Call to mind the memory, the chills of deep melancholy In the darkness of night, we're in sorrow eternally Because the days are riddled with pain that never refutes Come back home, sing with flutes and lutes for youths
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We all thought that being grown-up is all cool and you have everything figured out. Guess what, now that we're here, we found out that no, growing up is not cool. We are sad and stressed about every single thing and we are tired. So this poem encourages us to look back and see life through the eyes of a child. Relive memories and you'll find that there are a lot of things to not be stressed about.
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