There is no hope , if we cannot pass on
To the young children that we see at play,
A future full of promise for the day
When they are old, and we are all long gone.
The time has come for us to look upon
The many problems that we have today,
For they will be the ones who have to pay,
Unless we help them now to find the dawn.
So when at us, with trusting eyes they gaze,
We must show them, somehow, that we do care.
By acting now, perhaps we'll lift the haze,
Thus saving them from feelings of despair.
The time has come for us to change our ways,
To guarantee that hope will still be there.
By Catherine M. ProstakNova Scotia, Canada