By Appreciable Goodfaithpoet
As we try to build a place,
where there is joy and peace;
our happy, smiling face,
can help bitter tears to cease.
Yet, we must come to know,
that our power cannot last;
like our eyesight it will go,
as we fade into the past.
We must therefore grow new leaders,
who are as strong as flint;
to insure we’ll have new readers,
who consume the words we print.
In this way we will succeed,
we must invest despite the cost;
we must grow the strength we need,
or our progress will be lost.