Poetry.
I look sadly at our generation!
Its future either is trivial, or is vague,
meanwhile, under
the burden of knowledge and doubt,
in inactivity it will grow old.
Nearly from the cradle we are rich
in mistakes of our parents
and in their wise after event,
and the life already wearies us
like the smooth way
without any purpose or any aim,
as if it were a bitter feast on another’s holiday.
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