Silly me. I thought our
problems were reserved
for history books.
Time tells a different
story.
Once I wanted to save
the world. I would simply
spin a word that would
bring joy to all.
Time proves this to be
an infinitely difficult task.
Maybe not the world
to save, but a town?
Maybe not a town, but
a street? One family?
One person? The pet
the family owns?
It’s all too difficult.
The invitations are so often
rejected. So instead of
trying to save, just trying
to be a semi-decent person
is now my goal.
One step, one time, one
second. A possibility.