Observed But Having No Purpose Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If this was exclusively about me,
I would not for you choose to bleed.
Or unselfishly give my time.
There is a sacrifice made.

This has nothing to do,
With a personal escapade.
Or an ego to parade...
To manipulate one's state of mind.

Although I do admit,
There is some pleasure I get out of it.

If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.

To commit with devotion to what one does,
May be interpreted as a seeking of attention.
But if another benefits from what is done...
Is one more concerned as to who receives credit?
When a wholesomeness is shared and no one regrets it.

I often wonder about this.

If this was exclusively about me,
I'd be here for no reason.
And thought to be useless like some view a tree.
There to be observed but having no purpose.
Just here on the Earth to leech.
With no connection made to aid one's breathing.