Quietly

The value of my thoughts are little,
when I myself give them little worth.
I feel I have something to say,
but I'm afraid no one would listen.
I want to say something that can change,
somehow affect those who would hear it.
Yet there are so many who feel the same.
With so many as I, reality takes hold.
Not everyone will make that difference.

Most of us will live quietly.
Most of us will die quietly.

Quietly I press on.