Aiming To Please
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Aiming to please
It’s a disease
Though once a breeze
Now makes me wheeze
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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?
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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
