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