Reality Check
I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.
I only stand here today because of good-willed interventions.
There are days where all I can see are the faults carved all over me.
Days, I find myself sorting through all my personal debris
Sometimes I forget, all I can accomplish with a hand held out
But then I remember all the good my actions can sprout!
I think this is where I am at my best
Or at least the thing that makes me least depressed
Oh, what I would give to see the world smile!
To feed, to clothe, her inhabitants and make things less hostile.
To let children live until they grow old, a last breath from a wrinkled face as their stories are told
I am thankful for age, that not many acquire
For each year I get, it lights a fire.