Make Way for the Youth
The river flows, the seasons turn,
The stars still shine, the fires burn.
Time does not pause, nor does it wait,
For all must yield to changing fate.
The aged hands that built the way,
Have shaped the world we see today.
But wisdom speaks, so clear, so true:
Make way, make way, the youth are due!
The elders stood, both wise and strong,
They fought for justice, righted wrongs.
Their voices echoed through the years,
Their strength dissolved so many fears.
But time moves on, the wheel must spin,
New voices rise, fresh minds begin.
The knowledge passed, the lessons taught,
Shall not be wasted, nor be forgot.
Train them well, those eager minds,
Sharpened keen like tempered knives.
For they shall carve a future bright,
A dawn of hope, a guiding light.
Do not withhold what they must know,
Lend them the tools to thrive and grow.
Give them wisdom, give them trust,
For lead they will, and lead they must.









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