The Work of the Few
Life is one great mystery
Where people don’t know what to do
Often, people let life pass them by
And ignore the work of the few
Things get accomplished, progress is made
Toys come out shiny and new
Life continues in one giant charade
Because of the work of the few
Why is this life so? Why? We do ask
For sometimes we don’t have a clue
We wonder and then a small voice replies
“Because of the work of the few”
Heed this, my counsel, and be well advised
For many have thought that they knew
In order to flourish in life as we do
We must join in the work of the few