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A Mark

By Arlene Nayak


I wanted to make a mark

A footprint in the sand

Or in someone’s mind

When I gave them a helping hand

Or perhaps a tree

Standing forevermore

Maybe in a book

Maybe in a store




It may be large

A change in the world

Or it could be simple,

Writing my name on a door

I wanted to make a mark you see,

Big or small, or in between

Something to be remembered by

Staying in people's mind

But as time goes on I’ve realized

A mark is not a change

It rather is the happiness

And joy that you bring.


By Arlene Nayak





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