Formulas

Formulas are for the baby
As they wean to solid foods
When the stomach is feeble and weakly
The intestines yet to handle the loads
The hardness of life

Formulas are for the baby
Who wants things easy to do
Who prefer manna to the hustle
Who can’t carry his cross daily
But wants a joy ride to the hunting

Formulas may work now
Formulas may not work then
When you need to discover
When you need to become
When you need to give a pattern
When you need to lead

Formulas are for those after you
When you set the standard
When you have borne
Creating a totally new world