Givers and Takers

I    
Am not a saint  
Nor    
Do I claim to be    
For    
The soles of my shoes    
Know    
Where I’ve been    
   
But    
Should you need shoes    
I’d lace mine  
Upon your feet    
And    
Should you need shelter    
I’d make room in my keep  
For    
I know what it’s like    
To feel cold    
And    
Exposed    
   
But    
Not everyone    
Loves the same    
I find this out    
Continuously    
With the coming  
Of the rain