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.