RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Stars - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
At night when I look above and see just one tiny star in the eternal
universe, I realize how small and insignificant I am.
How little I know of life, myself and others.
Like that tiny star - I am just a minute piece of life.
What I know and learn and put to use, means hardly anything at all,
except when I use myself in these endeavors.
Using myself to help others, I too, like the little star, will be seen
for what I am in this great big universe of ours.
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