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Oct 2012
I must serve
I must give
So far this ensures
I deserve to live.

I touch to heal
your pain I feel
compassion sublime
is for you, but not mine

What can I give you
I need to feel good
Take what I offer
it is understood

your business is mine
I know what to do
Just listen to me
or else we are through

My own needs are boring
it is yours that excite
This is my purpose
Just turn off the light
I thought I had shattered thisΒ Β pattern once I became aware of it....but I find it still drives me.
Stimulated further to write this in response to Bala's poem about life not being a popularity contest.
K Mae
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K Mae  Maine, USA
(Maine, USA)   
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