Serving

I suppose there is not much case for serving the right cause,

When everything has to be in the appropriate place with command clause;

Because we pause for a break to make something out of the lives we live,

That through serving there is establishment in the people’s common good to give.

Now serving is an idea and passion to help let others to live,

Because giving and getting is better gotten not what we have but give;

Not to be forgetting or forgotten but remembering all the good that could,

Even when it is too hard for one, reminding us that with two we well would.

For like brotherly love and a heart fashioned for serving each other,

We bow down and partake in sharing not just taking for granted our mother;

As a sister will help out in times of trouble, turmoil, strife and need,

Like the fatherly support of the family as one to read and will lead.

Well serving is a privilege for those who cure and are able,

Because serving can be rewarding turning a disadvantage to be stable,

As the advantage of health is a wealth of ability and knowledge,

That financial concerns become free for the disabled ill leverage.

What I mean by that is that the incapacitated have some assistance,

With the help of neighbours and friends or nurses and doctors persistence;

And the antidote that breaks the camel’s back is a sure fire resistance,

For the pill popping hypochondriac and the heaven loving consistence.

Now at the end of the rhyme we can all sit down and have dinner,

And no one really sins because everyone was born a really bad sinner;

So you see I can get away with it by serving at the tip of my pen,

But just don’t ask me to serve again until I know what or know when.

Signed,

Some time to come