Saving the World
Saving the World
I wanted to write a poem
That would change the world.
Incite deep thought.
Spur others to action!
Save the world!
I could see my words
Crossing swords with evil perps!
Scathing missiles unleashed from the
Molten fires of my sharp mind.
Exploding fallacies, lies, brutal falsehoods.
The reservoir of my wisdom would remain
To guide the youth of Always,
Instruct citizens of Now
And correct mistakes of Yesteryear.
Forge a better place.
Until I realized that today
The fires are out.
The sword is sheathed.
The silo is blocked by a dump truck
Of ordinary.
My coffee is good.
My husband is laughing by my side
And the cat is purring niceties
As he rubs against my legs.
Maybe tomorrow.
by Mari Sloan
copyright November 2009
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