If Only, For A Little While . . .


I don’t know why I write
Sometimes I think I might
Just change the world 
With just one line
But I know, change takes time . . .

What type of change
 Could one line make
How much passion would
 it take
To end hunger and pain
Or, 
To convince others 
that we are all the same . . .

I must sound like
so many other lunatics
wanting to change something
I just cannot fix
But, it’s just so strange
How this pen empowers me
to make change . . .

I don’t know what I can do
I know what I cannot 
and so do you
But, it makes me smile
to think I can
If only, for a little while. . . 

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