FEBRUARY 11, 1972
Feelings
I sat down to write a poem,
No words would come to my mind.
What I wanted to say didn't come out right.
I wanted to speak my mind, but I couldn't.
I wanted to tell of my concern,
Concern for our environment,
Concern that our air and water will only become worse,
Concern for people who don't care about our land.
I wanted to tell of my hope,
Hope for peace, everlasting,
Hope for all the young men waiting,
Hope for an end to an unjust war.
I wanted to tell of my sadness,
Sadness for those who condemn,
Sadness for those who judge by color or creed,
Sadness for those who think they are better than anyone else.
I wanted to tell of a feeling,
A feeling that some day people will get along,
A feeling that everything might turn out right,
A feeling that a new year will bring happiness and joy.
I guess the words didn't come that hard really,
After all, it's not the words that come hard; it's the solutions.
It may look dark and hopeless,
But it's a new year and a new start, if we only start together.