Poem: Aim To Please
Aiming To Please
Aiming to please
It’s a disease
Though once a breeze
Now makes me wheeze
Care for others, always please.
With some, it is a disease.
Little things, people will say,
“I prefer it to be this way.”
Put aside my preference then.
I’ll have time for me, but when?
Lived my life this way for years
Until lately, brought no tears.
Had time, and a dear close friend,
To see our desires tend.
Friend is passed, I’m on my own,
Must now manage needs alone.
– – June Nash