The Old, The Young

In the stubborn hearts,                            In dreams untainted, 
Resistance resides.                                  The sky meets the limit. 
Believing the past is gold,               Challenging the norms of yesterday,
A treasure to stay unchanging.                    Reaching for the untenable.                  
   
Ears closed to Youths pleas,                    Voices raised and unyielding.
What do they know?                                  A message of receptivity.  
They scoff at future calls.                           Breaking chains of old. 
Their comfort zone a narrow range.               Where Innovation must bloom.
Stuck in a time-worm paradigm.                              Hopes resurgence.      
     

                           It’s not a battle to be fought, 
                            Not the young against the old,
                                     But a chance, 
                          A tale of unity, begging to be told.
                            For a better future to unfold.