The great idealer still standing tall,
The small man that I am left so small;
It's a small world after all,
Not one missing but all earth's ball.
The miracle of splendour great,
Upon this earth in which to create;
The great idealer whose god is good,
The world revolving as it really should.
The great idealer what's left to say,
Of all the world in which we pray;
With fascination of anticipated fear,
All would worship all so dear.
Well why the problem then I ask,
To return to earth is such a task;
The answer written on the wall,
To each and every one whose headed call.
The brilliant mind of leadership,
Of all the men he won friendship;
In which the scientific world,
Would live on love and note the worth.
So here now in a minute passing by,
The whole new world has earth to try;
As if all heaven was but a state,
In which the return was only fate.
Signed,
If money was the world
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