If You Reduce Me In Size Poem by P K Joy
If You Reduce Me In Size
Lord, if you reduce me in size,
In revolt I wouldn’t ever rise.
But, then, make me a grain of wheat
Which the hungry man can eat;
Not a thorn that will hurt
The poor man’s naked foot.
The tiniest of things doing even
The smallest of good to the man
Is no doubt greater than
The costliest of things that’s a bane.
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