Jim HarrisonWherever we go we do harm, forgivingourselves as wheels do cement for wearingeach other out. We set this houseon fire, forgetting that we live within.(from "To a Meadowlark, " for M.L. Smoker)
About This Quote
The poet, M.L. Smoker, acknowledges that he is an agent of change, but reminds himself that his actions are for the betterment of everyone else. Because he is a person who creates change, he will also be changed by his actions. He realizes that he is not perfect and that he will make mistakes, but that doesn’t matter because the important thing is to make others happy and to do right by them.
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