A Good Question

“Is it really so important after all?”
That’s the question I endeavor to recall
When my feelings have been easy to offend
Or I’m sorely disappointed in a friend.
As I pick up all the pieces of my “hurt”
And am just about to tuck them in my shirt,
I am pretty apt to stand and let them fall
If I ask, “Is it important after all?”

“Is it really so important after all?”
That’s the question that can make you mighty tall.
It displays what’s rather petty and what’s mean
In the light in which such feelings should be seen,
And you find you have the will to rise above —-
Call it intellect or some superior love.
It’s the question that makes mountains flat and small:
“Is it really so important after all?”