Saturday, March 12, 2016

Quick Poem

Ripples

We don’t
realize
what an
effect
we have
on others.

Like Dr. Seuss’s
little bug
that went
kerchoo.

We might
think we swim
through the waters
of this world
without making
a ripple.

But at the end,
we realize
everyone we touched,
touched another
and so on.

And our little ripples
have gone
throughout the world.

For better
or for worse.

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