I did my best in crises period;
The grace of God too helped me in my job;
But no one seems to remember my good;
I want to cry but cannot even sob.
Not all who benefited did deserve;
My good advice had fallen in deaf ears;
At times, I regret, why I came to serve;
Nevertheless, I treated most as dears.
I never toiled with expectations great;
I knew the world will back-stab me some day;
I do not hate the ones who truly hate;
God's wisdom helped me work well in some way.
Yet, none will speak to favour me in life;
I am too simple despite all my strife!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-02-2015
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