Service

Posted: April 21, 2015 in Poetry
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Some are born leaders…
Some are born followers…
Yet most know one can be the other…

I choose to serve…
Refuse to be anything more…
As being the last word…
Laid down on the perch…
Watch down on the fallen…

Only to see my name starring…
As Exhibit A…
Hidden away from their gaze…
As my own name gives me shame…

Chosen…
Give up my name…
And all the temptations…
That fame feeds…
For anyone who wants or needs…
For what purpose is time spent towards just me…
So quickly…
Replace with blurry memories…

Who was this..?
Was this real..?
Or was it all a dream..?
Made up by maybe me…

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