I have a young friend
who wishes to save the world,
a worthy goal if one looks
on the surface. There is an
aspect of arrogance in this
young person’s self-confidence
that makes me smile, yet wince
at the same time.
He is so filled with new found
wisdom, sure he can share it and
all will be “saved.” How well I
see myself in him, always wanting
to “make a difference.” Yet I am
learning to leave people alone, to
love them enough to let them learn
through their own experiences. Yes,
I have retired from my mission
of saving the world.
But have I really? Would I still
be posting poetry here if I had
truly learned this lesson? I wonder.