Throwaway

Youngsters throw their lives away
in war, on drugs, in wild horseplay

the old would live theirs twice, and pray
each night to last another day

those in-between, deep in life’s fray,
don’t have the time such thoughts to weigh,
their minds on offspring or on pay

till mourning ripeness, yesterday


Tom Vaughan

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