Oh LORD,
I see a man of power in my youth.
Why does he act without the gladness that he merits when he walks in the light of the day?
What does the squirrel stand in the sun when the ant dances with its load on its back?
It is more to ask for a star to set in the sky than it is to ask an immoral soul to stave his hands from pity.
I belong to a generation that amuses itself with the ways of the simple and silly.
What is it that one does not enjoy when he watches the cartoons on the television today?
But without hope goes the farmer who sees no rain in the forecast.
So tomorrow we can watch the television and pray for rain.
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