The building standing before you,
Was made from brick and water.
be polite to owner also porter.
No man or woman should cross the threshold,
If one prefers only the gold.
The doorman himself has the right from owner, to basques those who withhold,
"good afternoon' here's my silver spoon,
I do not like that bellboy .
He speaks a truth, I know nothing about and he looks way beneath me.
The decor of this building
Was created with honest truths.
Each one standing inside, built a piece while wearing honest boots.
A building is brick and water
while Morals make it a home.
No bickering or deceiving ,
Not one standing All alone.
Inside of this building,
Each one feels the same,
kindest and purest heart's of all
No one is left out in the rain.
A little to share,
Lots of love to give
An understanding of ones pain.
No hidden agenda,
No room for snakes
Not any are here to gain.
A problem shared
Is a problem solved
Because we are FRIENDS ,we are all involved.
Being an owner of a degree
Doesn't mean they matter more then you nor me.
Book's can not teach ' the words we preach
I await the day at those big gates
When its to late
They will see
Then live with guilt
For all eternity...