Back when we were beautiful and strong and filled with pride
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And thought we'd surely be the ones to finally turn the tide
Of hate and greed in a world we saw as rotten to its core
We'd do things so much better than the ones who'd gone before.
Then death took some of our best and apathy took a few
And dreams seemed less important---there was just so much to do
For we had "obligations"---rent to pay and mouths to feed
And we found our lives quite different than the lives we'd prophesied
Despite our good intentions and despite the purest hearts
As the bard said, we're but players and most have minor parts
Though we may have made things better yet now wish we'd done more
We've now become, to our children, "the ones who've gone before".
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The nature of being human? You start with the raw hope of idealism and get tempered with reality over time.
Well said, my friend. A Martini gimlet raised for such an eloquent insight on the human condition! 
Well done, Atticus.
