Scale

I do not worry all that much
About how worlds or peoples end
I do not think that that is such
A thing as such as I can mend.
Instead I think on smaller scales
Of happiness and single men
Or women, and how that joy pales
When bad things happen to them, when
The wishes that they had are strewn
About like tattered paper dolls
Or how they howl to the moon
When all their forward progress stalls
And I try, in my little way,
To help them have a better day.