Tomorrow’s Children

But you who know days of a diff'rent kind
Tomorrow's children for whom work
Is more like play
And living is what poems are for me today
A passionate utterance carefully designed

Remember us, the lame, the deaf, the blind
Not for the stupid things we've
Done and can't forget
Nor the endless dull jobs over
Which we all sweat
Nor all the sad chronicles
That we leave behind

But that we loved as much as anyone ever did
That we knew joys, the little deeds
The grand design the dream of changing the
World to something new
Believe us, in our way we loved to live
Know that many, many things we loved
And of all of these
Our greatest joy was in opening
The way for you