well many years ago as this poem is crossed story line,
their was a boy whom played in an old mine shaft,
30 years later his children explore he same shaft as he once adored,
they look within it`s deep deep gauge and wonder should we go or stay above,
they enter it scared as shit to notice their daddys playground was shit,
but yet daddy returned to show them is life shit or do we play and follow suit,
they follow suit and enter within to see such crystals still in its depths,
it goes to show the young like old ejoy the past like present internet doth show,
my old home i once forget is now buried within my childrens heads ,
the past they say is lost again has found a way to be remembered again,
our minds can learn no mater how they forget as long as tims are memorizeed happy again.