When I was young this world of ours was vast;
Fresh rivers flowed through verdant fields far-flung,
The skies were clear, not sadly overcast,
The world was huge and bright when I was young.

As years went by, the cosmos seemed to shrink,
Demand increased and soon outstripped supply,
The air grew foul, the streams began to stink,
The world became minute as years went by.

Now I am old the world is drab and small,
The land is cramped, the climate dark and cold,
The once-green pastures black with urban sprawl;
The world is small and drab now I am old.

How grim to witness as our world becomes
A never-ending neighborhood of slums.

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