Education My Motive

Abreast I am. committed I am So why not with me? Passion and vision you demand. Seeing less from them you crush out. The waving feather settles firmly on you. Tasting your fruitfulness are doctors. Serving them with you are teachers. Floating on top are engineers The juicy part of you abound. Them mourn no more Because you are alive. Stress becomes the past Because you renovate. Morals you demand And motive you serve. Calling you procrastinator Are who in your absence. Fighting for your greatness Are who knows your accent. Your mission of filling orphaned heart With happiness is aboard your minds. You barge through bane To camouflage poor with rich. Just in time You came to my presence. Our camaraderie is animated With the spirit of our own strength. Oh! How defined you are to me. You are called the future. Yes indeed you are.