What if I never take an old
Professor by surprise?
Or become the face admired
By a young beginner's eyes?

What if I never turn
A soldier's heart from stone to sand?
Or write a rhyming lullaby
That's hummed across the land?

What if my only purpose,
As a mediocre girl,
Is to step aside and let the ones
With purpose save the world?

What good am I if who I am
You never will recall?
Being no more than I am today,
What good am I at all?

- p. winter