The narrow path

Tales told under the baobab tree

I've heard them talk of better days,
"Those days" they start off everytime,
When life was bitter as lime,
When they had it worse,
And their sun seldom shined.
That's why they are seasoned old men,
And we,the oblivious young.
Often they continue with how far they've come.
Dirt roads,narrow paths
Heavy loads, "you know?"
Oh! Their bare-foot class.
That's why they croak"you have it easy",
"We had it hard!"
Have they any idea what it takes to be us on this undulating sea we are now afloat?
Do they know how it feels to be constantly reminded of a yesteryear when life was "good"?
Young bloods and tilted hats,
Who stay up late till it's really dark.
Whatsapp and showy cars,
Flashy-flashy things,
Did they ever contend...
With these lifeless things?
Old men with broken souls
And that's all they are,
With no idea what it means to be young!!!

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/Do they know how it feels to be constantly reminded of a yesteryear when life was "good"?
Young bloods and tilted hats,
Who stay up late till it's really dark.
Whatsapp and showy cars,
Flashy-flashy things,/

I like the way you shift the points of view - the load-bearing old and the light-weight young - and the wise tree overhead!