Serve Poem by Phyllis Strong

We are here to serve;
Or you can call it give.
To bless others with our skill.

There are things, that I can do;
That you may not be able to do too.
And in return it’s the same;
Its things you do, that I can’t fame.

We are here to serve;
Our time to give,
To bless others with our skills.

And sometime it may not be your skill;
Just volunteer to help the ill.
To hold a baby in neonatal;
Your warmth, your touch, to rock and cradle.

To volunteer to serve a meal;
At a shelter our services give.
To help the weak up life’s hill,
We are here to serve and give.

When our volunteer day is done;
It didn’t cost money from anyone,
Our service we did for free,
The cost was time of you and me.

But in reality we did get paid;
The love we feel,
Because we gave.


Copyright © 2009 by-Phyllis Strong