An Idea

I once had a random thought
That wouldn’t go away
I just couldn’t shake it
It was there to stay

The thought became an idea
Something that might be
A way to make a difference
That I could give for free

The more I thought about it
It seemed to just make sense
If I could make things better
The results were immense

But then I had to figure out
How to make it real
Putting action to it
Solutions to reveal

My idea was not a new one
Others had the same
But somehow were unable
Progress to proclaim

I had to make it simple
Something all could understand
Use to their advantage
A brotherhood expand

So I practiced my idea
To see if I could be
The one who made a difference
With my idea, would people see

Love was the solution
Let it start with me
Exhibit it to my world
Set my idea free

So I set upon my quest
To show love every day
Embracing that which I believed
Convincing in some way

Alas, I have not conquered yet
The issues I have met
The things that still divide us

And come between us yet

I have decided that I can’t
My idea instill in all
But I still believe in it
Though my progress may be small

I can’t give up on my idea
And I practice it each day
Love is the solution
Execution is the way.

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
― Paulo Coelho







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About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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