(content Poem) But If Not Of A Childish Doer Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

But if not of a childish doer
Who will crawl?
Who will enthrall?
Who will make the call?
With decisions that have to be made.
Who will lead the masquerade.
Here take a sip of my marmalade.
Maybe it will bring an end to this charade.
Were are but of marching men of a parade.
Someone has to lead, someone has to follow.
Just hopefully it's not of a heart so hollow.
This is the problem.
No one knows of inner peace.
It's like a disease.
No one can always be happy.
No one can always be sad.
Sometimes to be content is a united event.
And we must never forget.