My Little Piece of Everything – by Ingela Berger 1



Late Friday
The guests have gone and I’m alone
Late Friday
But there is something left
Good food and good wine
Only a pleasant memory
But I feel something’s here
Someone never leaves

So many
Are all the wonders of this world
Too many
Too great to understand
I didn’t build the pyramids
I didn’t plant the hanging gardens
But there is something left
Something left for me

I’m here at home
I’m here alone
In my little piece of cosmos
My little piece of everything

The things I said
The things I did
This is my small contribution
Will it really make a difference?
Something tells me so

I’m here at home
I’m here alone
In my little piece of cosmos
My little piece of everything

copyright: Ingela Berger

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