Young foolish minds

I'm a dictionary with disoriented words
an old book on a shelf
that the minds of young one's pass
walking over me,
with their brainless thoughts
they left me to wither

Before they could know me
they already concluded
to what they think I am

I'm not disappointed
I'm not sad,
but opening me takes courage
with tenderness

I guess
they do not know what love is
Young foolish minds...

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