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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About Me
- houndstooth
- I'm a girl living in the midwest with my husband and three greyhounds. Sometimes I share writing privileges with Bunny, the youngest of the hounds, as we write about the adventures, or misadventures, of our daily life.
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