Letter to the Past

Dear the preceding generation,
Life isn’t easy, but when will it be?
Why do I suffer while others are free?
They get to stand while we’re on our knees.
They mingle and talk while we beg and plead.
“The future is yours!”
But it isn’t, not really.
We have the leftovers, all rotted and smelly,
But that won’t stop us because we are strong.
We’ll force ourselves to all get along.
We’ll clean up the rubble and start over again,
The world will be better in the end.
What we were given wasn’t ideal to work with,
But we’ll put up with it to make it all worth it.
If this is a test, we’ll surely have aced it.
Until then, we’ll say our farewells.
We bid you adieu, from our generation to you.