my dream

When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world.

As I grew older and wiser I realized the world would not change. And I decided to shorten my sights somewhat and change only my country. But it too seemed immovable.

As I entered my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I sought to change only my family, those closest to me but alas… they would have none of it.

And now where I lie on my death bed and realize (perhaps for the first time) than only I’d change myself first, then by example I may have influenced my family and with their encouragement and support I may have bettered my country, and who knows I may have changed the world.

I like myself and the way I am.