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Young and Restless
Around here, we do not know rest.
We’ve lost ability to sleep.
We’ve lost touch with the hands of calm,
And silence is not one of us.
When we hear serenity’s voice,
We run away but not to hide;
But disturb poor tranquil nature
From her peaceful sleep and slumber.
With our nervous and anxious minds,
That will disturb when not in use,
And itchy legs that long for friends.
Stress has turned to the air we breathe.
Labour is now friends with our friends,
And discord is the new neighbor.
Around here we do not know rest.
Younglan Louis