Poem: Aim To Please

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