Duty, .... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

the whole day
i have not seen a cloud
not heard a bird song
not felt the
coolness of the pines
not a scent from the

i am afraid i have
become one stuffed bear
in my chambers,

but this is it,
my world, my own hypothetical

and they call it
service to others.

my call, my vocation,
my mission, my turf.

' i am ready Lord,
Bend me, I am yours'

Topic(s) of this poem: work

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 7, 2015

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