Begins With One

As Father Time runs his race,
We can count the years on their face,
Like a sad tree long dead.


Simple math can solve the day,
But algebra gets in our way,
Sometimes less is more they've said.


But if anything is to be done,
It must and will begin with one,
One nation, state, daughter, or son.


So see the pain and how they feel,
And make the solution real,
Maybe you can be the one we need.