when I was a child, I knew this
no action no word no thought no dream
would greatly affect the world
no more so than a laughing dancer’s graceful wave
a passing motorcyclist’s warning yell
a busy technician’s silent musing
a dying patient’s sedated nightmare
for a while I forgot, ignorant of emptiness
thought that I mattered more somehow
walked in protest wrote researched articles
reasoned with considered logic aspired to impossible goals
old now at an age I never thought to reach
I laugh at that interlude shake my head
back to having clearer eyes though my vision fails
but you, you! why do you bother? please don’t read my foolishness
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