It’s a requirement of life
That one must be needed
To be of use… or to be misused
Or at the least to be heeded
To serve some purpose
To fill some need
It’s the reason for our being
It’s a basic part of our creed
We must participate in life
We must contribute and strive
For if we’re not needed
Then Why should we survive?
Give of yourself,
be worthy of measure
That some worthy cause
Will provide all with pleasure
Obligate yourself to …
the welfare of others
Treat everyone
As sisters and brothers
Your life will become
As a garden well seeded
With the essence of life…
the beauty of being needed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
misused puts the u in missed. how about mismesed? i'd rather one missed 'me' than 'misused me'; THAT has happened too often in my life [divorced three times]. ha ha. you are setting a high goal to strive for! but, what if i always beat up my 'sisters and brothers' when we have a family reunion? ! the last four lines are my favorites. to MyPoemList. bri ;)