The moral obligaiion to be intelligent
I'd never realized what it really meant
I've lived my life so many ways
It's like a book I write each day
I notice things I must conceal
The more pain I see, the more pain I feel
At times amongst these cold blank thoughts
When there is a choice, when confusion stops
I feel the warmth of knowledge gained
Of lessons learned, of thoughts retained
To see the face of one who now knows
To pass on wisdom, to help one grow
These things cause my pain to pass
If I could not teach, I would not last
Someday surely things will change
I still have hope as I turn this page