An exhaustion that comes,
To the one giving...
Seems to go overlooked,
By what others do to share.
As if a competition in a race is there.
Instead of feelings that are genuine,
When comparing deeds done...
At social affairs.
Amongst those they are who benefit,
From their being in cliques.
Just to say how their time is spent.
Regardless if what is done is effective.
And generating an effectiveness,
Seems for many not to be their purpose.
Or an involvement to them really meant.
'Then what is their purpose? '
That's a good question to ask.
But I'm just an observer.
I am not the one behind the assigning to them tasks.
'Then you have time to waste! '
Are you kidding?
I am on my way to another hat fitting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem