The Problem is YOU

When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits,
I dreamed of changing the world;

As I grew older and wiser I realized the world would not change.

And I decided to shorten my sights somewhat and change only my country.
But it too seemed immovable.

As I entered my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt,
I sought to change only my family, those closets to me,
But alas they would have none of it.

And now here I lie on my death bed and realize (perhaps for the first time)
That if only I’d changed myself first,
Then by example I may have influenced my family
and with their encouragement support I may have bettered my country,
and who knows I may have changed the world.


By an Anglican bishop…..