Sunday, December 13, 2009

Little Me

The events of the world seem to be
Much larger than one little me

No one later will recall
The history of one so small

It will not matter to everyone
All the things that I have done

The mark that I will leave behind
Small chances when I could be kind

Grand gestures will not come from me
But I’ll use my opportunity

A penny here, a kind word there
Things I do because I care

Most will never know my name
And yet I’ll exist just the same

I won’t go down in history
For simply being little me

Yet I would give the world to you
If you merely asked me to

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