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The Old and the Broken


The old and the broken
Are out-spoken though never heard

No one sees they're out-goin'
When they're un-broken

Are they old and broken?
Or are they young and miss-spoken?

They hold you close with soft-spoken hearts.
Yet they're always a token no one discerns
 
No one sees the un-spoken
On the Subway Token

They're un-woken dreams
Become un-spoken notions.

The old and the broken
are young and un-broken
and wise with a token

They have a notion
For the young ambition.

They always have a conclusion
For the thoughtless and ambitious.

They are wise
And keep on goin'.                                                                                                              

 

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TinkerBell212
<p>I wrote this because a lot of people are misunderstood nowadays.&nbsp; The mental and the old, they get outspoken by the smart and the young.&nbsp; No one really sees much as to what they can do.&nbsp; I want to change that, and let them know they are not alone.&nbsp; People with Alzheimer or the <span class="st">autistic are discriminated and are sociable awkward.&nbsp; or so we think... They are wise, and know just as much as we do as human beings.&nbsp; Don't you agree?&nbsp; I know I do.&nbsp; Just because either they can''t remember, or act differently, don't mean they are not smart.&nbsp; Also Autistic children are smarter than they seem.&nbsp; Some can read and write, others don't even speak, but what they are thinking, are just waiting to be heard.&nbsp; I want to end what we think about these two types of people.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span class="st"><em><strong><u><span style="font-size:14px;">It only takes one. </span></u></strong></em></span></p>

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