As I grow older, I need to know what is the impact of my life. 


In history's time line, my years are but a microdot. 

I am powerless against the crashing surf. 

I cannot cure all the sickness in the world, 

Nor vanish the apathy and hopelessness. 

I cannot make peace among angry enemies, 

Nor channel violence into forgiving. 


But I can move pebbles one at a time. 

I can show my children how to laugh. 

I can reach out my hand to lift another, 

Make a place at my Passover table, 

Build knowledge upon knowledge. 

And beyond these external acts, 

I can open myself to others, 

Offering love and friendship to those 

Whose lives I touch in the few years I have. 


I do have an impact.