I am even asked to rate a significance…
Upon completing those tasks that I’m asked.
To accomplish every one I get!
Folks could care less when they make requests.
And I can perceive how some are caught up in it!
Believing that an attention given…
Will keep me interested and content!
As if what I do is not a sacrifice.
But comes from a natural ‘oozing’ done…
From some ‘other’ source,
That’s an outside device.
‘And…hmmm,
That could be a possibility.
Now that ‘that’ has now occurred to me.’
I sometimes will read those requests I get.
But no one has yet to answer my questions…
‘What’s in it for me?
What do I get?
What do I receive as my benefit? ‘
Love?
And don’t say you’ll do for me,
What you’ve requested me to do!
And yet have I had a delivery,
Of freshly minted one hundred dollar bills.
To pop out of a box over stocked.
Not once!
Besides…
I am more original than that!
I want returned to me…
The time taken away from what I love.
Since it took me quite some time,
To find myself quite in love with it!
And not a response do I get!
Except the usual…
‘But you’re already doing,
What I want for you to do for me too! ‘
EXCUSE ME?
And those requests,
Get my silence at its best!
Since I recognize…
There is no shortage or famine,
Of this kind of selfish greed.
From Sunset to Sunrise!
It is as ‘if’ my eyes are ‘theirs’…
And will supply them vision.
With a clarity I can provide.
And if that’s the case…
Someone should get me ‘booked’
On Oprah!