Getting Schooled

Getting Schooled



As I live I would never
even hurt a fly.
I would go out of my way,
at least give it my best try.

Then these lessons kept on repeating
because I guess I just never learned,
always going out of my way
ending up bloody and burned.

Over and over coming into my life
to be stabbed in the back
by the repetitive knife.

If you keep setting out food
for a stray dog on the street
it will keep coming back
for something to eat.

And I would still feed
even to this very day!
Is it not that we should
help each other out?

That is the essence of life
as I have learned.
The meaning of what life
is all about.

To this day I will continue
being who I am meant to be,
being there when I am needed
and being so selflessly.

But when that next knife is removed
is it fair for me to inquire,
“Are you here for me too?”
Or do my own needs expire?


--msl2024