Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Often Done By Those Who Do Nothing


I too use to 'think' it was from a selfishness,
When those refused to spend more time...
Being involved with a sharing of opinions,
And making attempts to accomplish...
Good deeds done with others of similar minds.

But I have since learned the difference,
Between selfishness and sacrifice.
And sacrificing one's life to benefit others,
Is seldom a deed done that comes...
With anyone expressing their appreciation.

However...
This observed I can not help not to notice!
The taking of credit for what is done,
Is often done by those who do nothing.
And they are the ones always proposing,
What someone else should do.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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