To see the children,
Even when they are but 7 years younger,
Its mixed emotions.
To see the joy
The innocence in their eyes
Remembering those times,
Those times you thought you were so mature,
So smart,
When it was bad to say "bad" words,
When you didn't know.
You didn't know the horrible truth.
When you saw light in the wor;d.
When you could see light, hope.
And now,
When you see these kids,
You want to cry.
You miss it,
You feel so sorry for them.
You tell them to treasure their youth,
And they only say, "Whatever"
They were so confident.
And in just five years,
It will be gone.
And they're the ones saying,
Treasure your youth,
But no one listens.