Tuesday, September 9, 2014


Others, needy, poor
Distressed, destroyed, dreaded
I say I helped
How can I be so proud?

When destiny rocked my boat
When I was unable to stay afloat
When I was sunk till my throat
Could I help myself?

If I were to be poor
If I were unhappy and sore
Then how would have I felt
When I was being helped

Am I superior because I can help?
Take credit, gloat, and yelp
Why not I think how foolish I am
To believe that I actually help

Isn’t it all just his master plan?
Give a lot to someone otherwise nothing at all
To teach us how to share and care
And see the world without vapor