Comfort Others Of Their Sorrows Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is something more
to what we do
there are always returns
of what we have so earnestly
given

as you comfort others of their sorrows
some of your hidden sorrows
also go away
unnoticed

as you try to solve other's problems
your own problems too begin to solve themselves

as you teach a person what to do
you are taught yourself what to do with your own
idleness

unknowingly this is what giving is all about
unwittingly
more is also taken

it makes you full, and then it makes you sing
and in the streets where you walk alone
you begin to dance the steps you have never
really known before