To A Beautiful Little Thought Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Tears
and smiles
raise, a child.
Opportunity and
choices, and futures
there are many, yet not
unique, forced; like a chant
disconnected, mere ditch water
questions as to privilege denied, some
other responsibility, in searching out change
questioning who may be caring, the circumstances
raised … through interrogating someone else.
My self, of a mind and within heart sound
resides in a monologue of judgement lost
awakening within all souls, of such age
so incredibly old, allowed one chance
a wish of living … the choice of one last
lifetime being that individual, a ‘being'
for this entire world; me the bloodline
the way, that full need, one prepared
made first now obligated to provide
a voice; to a beautiful little thought.