For we are young

We will always be poor and we will always be angry. Our hearts will yearn for others and cry out to be loved. We will shed our tears and we will break our backs. For we are young and we are eager. Pain received is pain enjoyed, for it is attention. Our spirits will creak wearily under the weight of our own thoughts. Our eyelids, heavy though they may be, will resist sleep for we feel every moment may be our last. We will seek every thrill and throw caution to the wind. For we are young and we are willing. Our knuckles will bleed and our sweat will be shed. We will forge a living and build a home. We will mourn for what might have been and live in the past. Our stomachs will ache with hunger and our bodies with sickness but we will not show it. We will put on a smile and march on. For we are young, we are old, and we shall live.