Sometimes. I am powerless.

I keep evaluating. Appropriate  responses. To other people’s problems. Maybe I should steer clear. And not intervene. Mind my own business.  But generally, that’s not my way. I don’t hesitate. To butt in. Better that. Than indifference. Call me a problem solver. I routinely cope with my difficulties. Why not help a friend? Or even a stranger. Because I care. That makes the difference. Caring. Not only about myself. But about others. Of course, I don’t always care. Because it’s possible to care too much. I also recognize that I can’t solve the world’s problems. So I gripe. And accept the fact.  That sometimes. I am powerless. To bring about change.  --Jim Broede