We live in times replete <br />where mere contentiousness <br />and peace <br />compete; <br />where the loving soul <br />hides <br />not knowing how to sing in the dark. <br /> <br />If the herd stampedes to some popular view <br />pause first <br />rather than follow <br />will blim and bluster shape the morrow? <br />Small things in years <br />will matter least. <br /> <br />Life is the shaping force; <br />the sculpting of character <br />where the difference is learned between <br />large and small matters; <br /> <br />let the small ones die <br />bury them <br />with a loving flower <br />and your hand will gain the golden touch <br />which plucks <br />and spreads <br />true happiness <br />and with it the seeds <br />of true peace <br />and incidentally <br />abandoned <br />blim <br />and bluster.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluster-too/
