In A World

In a world where only young dwell:
A flowerpot is seen,
No flower can we smell,
But fun is never mean.

In a world where only gown-ups live:
The fun we cannot find,
Only a Derivative,
Exists inside their mind.

In a world where elders ponder:
A calm is at peace,
Fun is to be Squandered,
But try and save a piece.

In a world beneath the ground:
We lay here in our cot,
But finally true fun is found,
And all but peace will rot.