Ripples

In misty mornings Mekong slums are hidden from blue eyes
But poverty and misery are there so realise
That every day we can do good and try to rearrange
But country not the neighbourhood is what will need to change
Support disabled workers when
I buy a pretty card
The local and the ethical it isn’t very hard
And if you think the things I do don’t matter very much
Its my belief we never know the way our lives can touch
So change you cannot measure it who knows how big or small
The ripples on the water move when tiny pebbles fall

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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