A Very Small World Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

Do not trouble others, then wander far,
Thinking distance hides you from their reach.
Go where you will—still, others find a path;
We live in a very small world,
So wide, yet ever close.

Do not wrong another, then flee in triumph;
You may meet them again on the terrace's edge—
The very one whose help you need,
Now head honcho, the vital hand
To lift you from the moat.

Then you panic, when you should rejoice
At the sight of a familiar face.
We live in a very small world—
We cannot tell where next we'll meet.
We travel far, we travel wide;
Life keeps us always on the road.

At times the winds of life will carry us
To places where, we least expect
So humble be, be kind, be sincere;
For though the world is vast,
It is a very small world—
Tread gently in how you treat others.

Those you meet today, you'll meet again.
Treat them well, and greet shall answer greet;
Treat them poorly, and frowns will return.
For none can tell who will be their ayudante.
Earth turns in its lunar dance,
And the world, though great in size,
Remains a very small world.
Yes, this world—though big—is a very small world.