The young -poem

The young do things,
They do not mean,
And some of them,
Are not seen.

But some of them,
Are very known,
And everyone's reactions,
Are clearly shown.

Love, Hatred,
Disgust,
Some of them,
Even show Trust.

For the young,
Do all kinds of things,
And when people show trust,
They feel like they have wings.

The young can do,
Bad and good,
But they always do,
What they should.

End