Waiting

I’ve had a thought

To save the world

It entitles something rare

But then I thought

This could be quite risky

I’m small and I easily scare

But ‘NO’ I thought

I’ve the answer to all

Of how one makes things better

So I must stand tall

As the world needs help

So I’ll write my thoughts down in a letter

I addressed to the man

Of whom I should find

To help me on my quest

But I sent the letter

Three months ago

So perhaps he’s taking a rest

I’ll just try again

To save the world

As I’m sure I know what to do

But this time I’ll speak

To listening ears

And I’ll ask for some input too

So I wrote my plan

On the back of my hand

And made sure not to wash it away

But that night as I slept

It must have rubbed off

As my hand was clean the next day

That would be have been fine

If I knew what I’d thought

But the thought that I had was now gone

So all I can do

Is wait for that thought

To put right in the world what went wrong.