Born To Help
You are born into this world to
countenance others,
and indeed, help
everyone,
Along the way it turns out, you
wind up helping yourself
when all is
done.
If you know you are a burden
to your fellow man, no
reason to take up
space
If you come first, step aside,
the compassionate never
eat without saying
grace.
Yorktown Disciple
You are born into this world to
countenance others,
and indeed, help
everyone,
Along the way it turns out, you
wind up helping yourself
when all is
done.
If you know you are a burden
to your fellow man, no
reason to take up
space
If you come first, step aside,
the compassionate never
eat without saying
grace.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11676
Quatrain of Born To Help - 11676 - Yorktown Disciple
Poem Sanctum
You
wind
up
helping
yourself
wind
up
helping
yourself
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