What treasures spring From the minds of the young (Those that the world Has not yet stung)? Their dreams to reality Do give rise, And lightning flickers In their eyes. What love does pour From the hearts of youth! Those who still place Their faith in Truth Moments of innocence, Quick to fade, Cannot stop the sweetest Promises made.
------------------ William Haskins http://www.ionstorm.com/public/haskins/inner_sanctum.htm
I admire your skill in this and your other work but may I take a stand for those of us of advancing years
What of the aged
They tell tales through their years (Of troubles heartache and fears) their dreams achieved poor token who’s hands held together the broken saw the truth smashed as youth slept working harder for promises kept
great lines inside this... is anyone ever that young or have that much naivete nowadays? we seem to be hellbent on raising streetsmart kids that know all the angles.. I must be getting old..I'm longing for the days of yesteryear..and I'm only 28! lol