Rhyme time ...

Prose break for the weary:

Too Big

Big trucks in parking lots

Askew in parking spaces

Because they don’t belong on asphalt

Or any urban places

Big rings on small hands

Weighing down the fingers

Because they represent our feelings

Not the strife that lingers

Big houses on hilltops

Overlooking the cities

Because its owner can’t imagine a life

Among those men he pities

Big ships sailing through

Islands and sandy beaches

Because the sea-faring want a short glimpse

Of the meek hamlets it reaches

Big heads, small minds

Existing in a bubble

Because it’s inconsequential to them

Who lives among the rubble

Big hearts make change

And they must be it

Because one hand makes a difference

Even if you don’t see it