Many of 'em young, dreamt of house of gold
For so our fathers and mothers did then:
They hoped long and tried long till old
Their dreams not achieved as they dwell in den
They pine unfulfilled on fallen cold and dry trees apart
They regret as they are singing they'd tried their part
Now we are their beauties, young and agile
Full of dreams of golden cities taking mile
Full of hope and guts with our girls beside
Would we able get this as we begin to sit to stride?
We are furious, curious and confused so much
We want our offsprings see us achieved when on crutch
We want all our own dreams come to pass if possible
May God help us all as we departing class; it's plausible.
©Josoft 2019
