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There was a time.
\nYou got to do everything to live.
\nPlowed the rocky ground days and nights.
\nSpade the nooks and corners!
\nThe best you can to garner the max you could.
\nWith the tools so obsolete and conservative
\nEvery work was slow but still steady.
\nHeckles through the process but still longing.
\nThat\u2019s okay for the little land you worked on.
\nAlthough your strongest effort gave a little out of the field
\nThat is rocky, dehydrated, but fertile.
\nYield less for the toil but at least fed the family for a year.
\nWithout being knocked out for the bills unpaid,
\nAnd simply! the stress could be waived.
\nAs if you are free though deprived.
\nFrom schools, opportunities, outer world beyond your backyards
\nFor the decades you lived<\/p>\n

Likewise!
\nSchools were mushrooming.
\nWith the hills in between.
\nYou ought to walk hours to learn.
\nStarve to eat until the end of the day!
\nBut that was fine than not having the one.
\nAnd they were resourceless.
\nBookless library, teacherless classes, clueless study
\nBut still that was fine.
\nYou got to know how to read and write.
\nAmidst the fear you learn.
\nFrom the slaps and twiggy strike
\nWithout which your days were never gone.
\nIn the morning-in the noon \u2013 and in the afternoon
\nAlmost everyday you deserve more perfectly than you were learning.
\nBecause it needs an insight, and the slaps and twiggy strikes not.
\nAnd you were made a perfect inborn dictator for the next generation.
\nSo, you do today as perfectly as you were taught.
\nThe masterpiece you became whose dictation cannot be unheard.
\nYour face can only be seen through a sneaky eye.
\nAnd your route must always remain uninterrupted.
\nYou ought others to bow as you did.
\nYou want them to obey for whatsoever.
\nAnd the kingdom of your own would never change.
\nBecause you believe you are absolute
\nYou are complete.
\nYou are wholesome.<\/p>\n

But the time has changed.
\nSqueaking carts have no place to ride.
\nAnd they cannot fly as you need the sky.
\nSo does with the time
\nTakes you forever to leap a stride.
\nAnd thus, you are behind.
\nFor what you want
\nFor what you do
\nAnd for what you make
\nYour stories are old.
\nThey could be retold.
\nBut would never be likely heard.
\nAs, no-one listen to them for reason.
\nTheir obsolescence and unforeseen death.
\nCould never be enliven.
\nThus, the Change is inevitable.
\nAdopt it!
\nSo, you can thrive again.
\nThrough the eastern Horizon
\nShine again!
\nYou still have so many good things unexplored.
\nDelve again!
\nReveal the real
\nTo survive naturally
\nThe change is Inevitable.<\/p>\n

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