It isn’t size that matters,
Though that's what people say
I find it is the little little things
That often make my day…
With the world in turmoil
A visit from a friend
Or phone call unexpected
Can buck this scary trend.
As when all is said and done
We’re really tiny pawns;
How can we put the world to rights
On every day that dawns?
Real treasures in my personal book
Can be the sun that shines
Or a sudden memory
Recalling happy times…
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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