Comes a time in your life when you face the rude thought that you're as smart as you're going to be.
You're now middle-aged and it cuts like a knife, but you don't grasp what that guy is braying.
But within yourself you've felt something wrong. Your mind's not the "Dead" but "Black Sea"
And you're clearly as quick as the fellow that speaks, only he's adept at conveying.
At times we all make the foolish mistake of mistaking loud talking for thought.
Or we'll swallow what's cruel, arrogant and untrue simply 'cause the facade is good-looking.
Humanity reigns as the dominant gene, the Golden Rule's gold can't be bought.
The ethics you hold are, by and large, the ethics that keep the brew cooking.
So write a new play, play a twist on the old, you're the music that keeps the world dancing.
Shakespeare stole "Hamlet" from an old piece of coal and he found the diamond in the dust.
But it's not the changes we change overnight, but the whispers you add are enhancing.
Our world resembles ourselves at fourteen when you still had to squeeze out the pus.
It's wrong to forget what our elders have learned, to disregard is to swallow your tongue.
Just by using our resources we can advance a world understood by the young.
by Thomas Hall