If Only It Were Me

Fireworks of despair

Rivers that run on hope

A single death

But all is well.

Another gone from this world,

One that touched all . . .

Who is this one?

One might wonder . . .

Smoke of pressures and stress eliminated,

The air can now be breathed.

The forests of history now restored,

One's goal is accomplished.

This one's fear of ignorance now gone,

The world has a new order.

One of peace, of prosperity.

If only it were me.

Another blast of colored light.

Another tear of despair.

How could one have made such an impact?

If only it was me.

I strode the streets,

Head held low.

Who was this one?

If only it was to be me.

I could see the future,

But to what point?

Who was this one?

If only it was me.

"I know not my purpose in life,

"but as long as I try my hardest at what I do,

"I will always be happy."

Who was this one?

Dark trees, mere skeletons of

Their summer selves stood along the roads.

Carved stones of names laid in rows,

A blue raven calls.

Rain began to fall,

The fireworks of independence

Continued to dance.

Who was this one?

The graves more elaborate,

One caught my eye.

I stopped, wiping away the old moss

From a grave unlike the others.

This one small, while others large.

This one simple, while others elaborate.

Who was this one?

Why was this one so important?

"I know not my purpose in life,

"but as long as I try my hardest at what I do,

"I will always be happy."

Who was this one?

My eyes widened,

I couldn't believe it?

How could one so small in life

Become so important?

I looked to the darkened skies.

They gave no reply.

I might not be the greatest of heroes,

But I'd do my best.

It IS me.

Devoted husband,

Beloved father,

It IS me!

An artist,

An animator

An inspiring author . . .

A hero.

"I know not my purpose in life,

"but as long as I try my hardest at what I do,

"I will always be happy."

I am this one.