Why complain
Over others gain?

Can't we do just the same
Or perhaps even better?

What keeps us from moving forth?

Is it not ourselves?

At that time
With a selfish command
You were there
Feeding me your warmth

You never left
Even when I slept
You were there
Waiting for my wake

I was weak
Nobody wanted me
You were there
Always with me

When all was said and done
And those times were gone
You were there
And never left

Of all of those there
None really stayed
You were there
And never left

Even when I ran
To explore other land
You were there
Waiting for me to land

Even when you are gone
Six feet under ground
You are still here
Waiting for me patiently

A child turns from his full plate
Goes off to play

A greedy teen licks it clean
And asks for more

A man who cannot taste
Takes what he can before leaving for work

A grown man takes what he gets
And enjoys every drop of the taste