Sombre thoughts fill my heart even at the joyest time
dwelling on my shortcomings seem to occupy my time
But we are so fortunate?
What beckons all this sorrow?
When others are hungry, cold, homeless alone
I cry for them too but not enough to change
Sitting and thinking
Fearful and wishing
Leaving no time for action
Wishful thinking does not move mountains
Bare hands and moving feet create the actions