Optimism
This poem won’t feed the starving
Or even offer food for thought.
This poem won’t clothe the poor
The material is way too short.
This poem won’t shelter an orphan,
Or provide a cover for a widow line.
This poem won’t end dictatorship,
With one voice speaking one person’s rhymes
This poem won’t bring about world peace
Warfare will neither cease nor decrease.
This poem doesn’t know the answers,
When even the questions are obscure.
This poem won’t reduce greenhouse emissions
Even though it’s not a paper submission
This poem really won’t change the world,
But the writer just might.
Elaine Booth
Fri 24th Jun 2011 23:29
Great poem, Alison. Liked it a lot. X