FUTURE KIND

The eyes of the future,

Looking back at me,

What do they see,

Those children.

Have I designed

A torturous maze,

In which they find

Their lives,

Their days,

Innocent hearts

That now so hopeful gleam,

Entrusting me,

With an unknown dream. 

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Every man nurtures the future of innocence,
Fathered in the womb of his own intent.