A Pin Point on the Map

You think you’re big as all out-doors,

     You pompous, self-appointed chap;

But after all is said and done,

     You’re but a pin point on the map.

You may swell up like you would burst,

     Until your clothes or buttons snap;

But when you’ve done your very worst,

     You’re but a pin point on the map.

This world it is so very big,

     And all its children are so small,

If is a wonder God can see

     That it has any souls at all.

And yet, he noteth every one,

     The millionaire and hobo chap;

He knows, compared with time and space,

     Man is a pin point on the map.

So if you’re feeling all swelled up,

     Too big for those you love perhaps,

Just bear in mind that after all,

     You’re but a pin point on the map.

The pin point’s not to be despised,

     ‘Tis sharp and closes many a gap;

And you can be of use, e’en though

     You’re but a pin point on the map.

Feb. 4, ‘10