I help the people all around,
But they don’t know my worth;
I do good deeds without a sound
And praise my unique birth.
I don’t expect anything back;
I do what is aright;
At times, my brain I even rack,
But never like to fight.
The good I do is piling high;
None know its value still;
I wish to thus be till I die
Or till bed-ridden ill.
My only friend on earth is God;
I often speak to Him;
Sometimes His silence seems so odd
As life for me turns grim.
Distressed in life, I’m made quite sad;
In sufferings I live;
The world looks awful, almost mad;
Advice good still I give.
The world believes in high-rise walls;
Divisions in high range;
Most men can’t learn in life from falls!
This world will hardly change!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-08-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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