Saving The World Poem by Scott J. Shepard

If I were in pain
If there was not still something
Young, crisp and cutting
Through the middle of my heart
That smiles out from ear to ear

If I wasn’t told to laugh
What one was worth
Maybe a thousand more

What would a thousand frowns make a difference to?

There are plenty of grounds to praise
There are a thousand street preachers dressed in gold chains

Reviews that transform from some sort of God
Goddess or whoever was greater than he or she

Like in one ear and out the other
I was always afraid that the earlier I tried
A thousand truths would come around just to pat me on the back
And say try once more

So of course I would try and catch up with whatever was for sure

the hearts of many eyes for sale
the thousands of worlds that chance each day and fail

But I could never save the world
from what was to end it

it wasn't that easy I guess