The Few Poem by Cory Fox

Within this small building a Spirit dwells,
This Spirit, dynamic, is a force that propels

There, the laughter is much and the friends are true,
Whistling while they work, the hurdles are few

But when the day draws near,
Tears replace laughter, and friendship with fear

But the Spirit of the few is strong,
They pick themselves up and keep moving along

For the few who pull through, the rewards are great,
The few stand up proud and illuminate

After the storm, the laughter returns,
But the Spirit, unchanging, had never adjourned