A dream is far from a physical state, a goal remains beyond our reach for so long.

Through creativity and complexity great things come.

People live for eachother, weak or strong.

In numbers we become one in the mind, where we belong.

All colored hair turns gray.

The employed with a remedy ensures they stay. 

Generations to come will be our guardians.

As we smile with the lines that define our times.

Nurses need a hand, as the elderly need ours.

For we will always aid them with their struggles.

Obstacles are temporary, like digits on a cotton sheet.

The bridge of education and mastery I hope to make meet.