You take it for granted That you know things- Where you'll be in fifty years What you can see through all your tears Your dreams, your hopes, your future All of your knowledge, so pure, so pure You never consider what life might be like Not knowing, not caring, what tomorrow might bring. With a sad smile, I look upon the world Watching them in their short lives Planning, knowing, living I know nothing I have no dreams, no plans, no future I am certain of one thing, as I Look upon them The one vital difference between them and I: They have hope. I wander which of us will be least Disappointed with our lives?