In a sense more than innocence

The written word is a conveyor

Without any sort of pretense

It’s a vivid sort of displayer

Teaching use what we need

Providing us with mental feed

We cannot know the future

If we do not know the past

Written words build and nurture

So that civilization might last

There is nothing new under the sun

But there is plenty that might be undone

If we do not continue to convey

The things wise men know and say