They say that the world is held together by the love and passion of very few people. The people that keep the world from falling That keep the world from breaking That prevent the cracks from becoming chasms on the ground That keep the earth going around
The children ask Are these people doctors Or lawyers Who could possibly handle this task
No, children You are mistaken I say For those are not the protectors of today
I whisper to the children As they lean closer, unbidden The very few people who keep the world working Are the people who keep the world learning
They are the teachers And professors And mothers And fathers
Those are who keep the world turning The populations learning They make the doctors into doctors And the lawyers into lawyers
The world would stop turning All the fires would stop burning For if the teachers stopped teaching The people would stop learning
This poem was entered into the iron pen contest under my legal name, and not my pen name. However, I am still me so I am publishing this under my pen name