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.