by Deborah Breuer
I’m just a gear,
Rotating, partition of an ill oiled machine.
The weight that is bore upon me is mighty
And the significance valid.
But I am but a gear.
Hardened and corroded by years of dedication,
A revolution that has left me drowning in new,
Where the machine has evolved,
placing new mass to that which I must carry.
And as I remain but a gear
I remain a gear with hope,
With a desire that a balance of heft and oil may be achieved,
Engaging this machine,
That which I am a part of,
To thrive and inspire light where now,
I strive to see a ray of it.
And, although I am but a gear,
I can not be killed,
And that gives me faith,
Trust that this gear may bring about the greatest of all rays of light,
Posted on 09/19/2012
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/07/14 at 01:08 PM|
congratulations on POTD. wonderful poem and there will arrive a time when gears like stars will be more appreciated than they are, when gears will no longer have to rue their condition but will given their proper due.