There were many fine things I wanted when I was young: world peace, to make a difference, to make Things Better. At the end of a work day, my wants are now much simpler.
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I don’t need to move
The weight of the world
One small corner
Is enough for me.
Pleasant spaces
For grandkids, friends and cats
That is truly plenty
good enough for me.
Once I hoped
To make a difference
I was dillusionally blind.
Being an agent of change
Takes a terminally stubborn mind.
Give me a quiet garden asteroid,
Atlas can keep the world;
I sure don’t mind.
Tomato plants and impatiens
My best space define.
I don’t need to move the world
I just want a quiet home.
A quiet hermetic hobbit hole
Where the world will leave me alone.
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Very lovely poem 
I like the picture of the house at the end, it reminds me of the thing that the Teletubbies lived in, haha.
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