Goal of One
A quiet vow, counted one small thing at a time.
If I could do
one good deed
If I could awaken my soul
in one new way
If I could expose my body
to one new movement
one new sensation
one new rhythm
If I could enrich my mind
with one fresh idea
If I could meet
one new friend
Share one new laugh
Cry one new cry
Lend a hand
to one new soul
For every new day
that I wake
and breathe
and roam
this fertile earth
What a man
I would become.
A poem by Pemba Umoja