Edna Hirons

(Early, Iowa, USA)

What We Give

Poem by Edna Hirons

Earth is so large and I so small
It seems to matter not at all
What deeds I do our course I take,
For tears will fall and hearts will break
And yet I know the part I play
Will surely touch someone some way,
And if it is for good I live
Then surely it is good I give
And if enough of good is sown
Into the hearts where grief is known,
Perhaps the world in which we live
May profit much by what we give.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003