There it’s is me,
The humble man,
Polite and loving,
Mr. Nice guy.
The one who was afraid of disappointment,
Choosing to affirm other’s expectations,
Neither they are good nor bad to me,
I kindly tick them without any hesitations.
I loved treating them like masters,
While i put myself down on their pedestal,
Hoping to be paid with a great wage,
After they’ve accomplished their desires.
Outside was gratitudes on my sad face,
Even though my hands remained empty,
But my heart only yearned to give,
Till i forgot how it feels to receive.
My buckets were running out of water,
And the queue was getting much hotter,
The river i depended on its about to dry,
But no one was there to whisper a “goodbye”.
I deserved it in a matter of fact,
I thought they could accept me,
And love me for who I am,
But at the end they left me.
Blessed for those who feed the cattle,
For they shall enjoy its meat and milk.
Than who eager to please humans,
Hoping to save the boat when it sinks.
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