Seeking to succor, the muckraker's daughter.
the ways of women are fickle and wild.
Piqueing at blunder, peeking at wonders
creating direction for one so uncertain
Ever beguiling albeit barely trying
Rarely inspired by blandishments mild.
Perplexed teachers reaching, preaching for knowledge,
knowing so few parents care;
the date and the time and place say it all
your name was just written on the ultimate wall.
What you do speaks so loudly that no one can care
what you force us to hear; what you need to share.
What you do tells us, no need to remind us,
grinding a binding of how you might charm us,
your actions can match the clash of your words,
where developing worlds get cursed for the worst.
What you do speaks so loudly we hear not a word,
we know that your songs lie, unsung and unstirred.
The only bit written in the sands of time,
that climb higher than vanity's flightless slime,
is the still-growing knowing that the sun always shines.
All you desire enough to prove
are all we might want or can care of you.
All you have done and all you now do,
will ripple or cripple long past your truths.
So nip at your stipple of bridling pride;
Make sure that your smile is timely and wide..
Set aside for the ride, or amidst, astride
the forces and resources you harness to fly.
That's where we'll find you riding in time.
Never before and who knows wheretofore,
this is the day you glide to the fore.
Climb into time and now take your place
into history's call for your noble grace
You've got the voice of power to dare,
technology's power just adds to your wares.
You know what's wrong and you claim to be strong,
Heaven is moved when you bang on that door.
Passion is power, invevitably more.
emotion your most potent key to the door.