If only more of us bothered to
think,
Made
the effort to realise,
How
much more there is,
To
what we see.
If
only more of us took time as a helper.
If
only we were to stare up at the stars,
We
would realise how insignificant we really are.
All of you who are full of yourselves,
All of you who are full of yourselves,
Look
at the sky on a starlit night.
Then
you will realise,
That
we could all disappear,
In just one of those flickering pin holes up there.
That is why there are stars,
In just one of those flickering pin holes up there.
That is why there are stars,
To
convince men of their mediocrity.
But why are there men?
Sometimes I wonder.
But why are there men?
Sometimes I wonder.
This is another early poem 1986-1990
