Future
for a baby
is cuddles and smiles
love, hugs and some tears, hours of sleep, 
few dreams.

Future
for the youth is
ambition and desires,
work and pleasure, equal measure
they dream.

Future
for the old is
sepia toned memories,
of days past, friends lost, nothing much
to dream.

This is my second submission for the PoetsPub contest for May Week 3-4, where we had write a three stanza Cinquain chain, and include the word future in each stanza.