Small world, great World.

Village, space, infinity.
There’s always more to find.
Distance is now vicinity.
Far shores are close to hand.

New Shores, new life, new songs to sing.
New mountains soon to climb.
The world will be our oyster.
If we can make the time.

We’ll find our dream, all will be right,
The world is so abundant
That only greed, could bring us blight,
And poverty’s redundant.

All hope is there. Let’s banish night
In this, life’s merry gamble.
So grasp the nettle. Seek the light.
Enjoy its rough and tumble.

 



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