We complain about the weather,
But there’s nothing we can do,
We worry about the world at war,
But that’s beyond us too.

We tend to get an ulcer
When we worry and complain,
We give such effort to ‘our cause’,
But all things stay the same.

We want to change the world,
But it seems outside our grasp,
The future is beyond our reach,
And what is past is past.

There are some things we can’t control,
And worry bodes not well,
They may get better; may get worse,
But only time will tell.

Let’s concentrate our efforts
On the things within our reach,
Like spending time with one small child,
Instructing him and teach.

To show him how to live his life,
So that when he grows up,
He too will find some child to help,
To mentor and instruct.

In this small way we’ll change the world,
And those who dwell within,
We may not win the war outside,
But this war we can win.