Grandfather's lodge is gone now,
the charter pulled down from the wall.
The mortar has found some new purpose,
the Master's within a new hall.
To most it's a joyful occasion,
a merger of Brothers and friends.
But the number that made him a Mason
has scattered to history's winds.
What if my lodge should pass from existence?
I'll see with the passing of time,
If my son joins the order as I did,
Will he kiss the same bible as I?
With so much left to do for our neighbors,
and a trestle board full of to do's,
I must say that it's terribly petty
to argue the price of my dues.
Beside my lodge altar a flag flies,
of a place where a person can go,
to freely help Brothers and neighbors
in the length of his cable tow.
So Brothers, let's work for tomorrow,
and read from a braver man's tome,
May fraternity e'er be our focus,
No matter what lodge we call home.
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