LIVING FOR MYSELF

LIVING FOR MYSELF

Looking at the past it is
So difficult to tell
Whether I wasted my life
Or played my innings well.

I met in the walk of life
Men with varying trends,
Some faithful and some not so,
Some enemies, some friends.

I tried hard to satisfy
All of them, I could not.
Hence my friends became my foes.
Alas, this was my lot.

When asked for I freely gave
My humble assistance;
But when I needed some help,
All simply looked askance.

I gave my all to others,
Got nothing in return
Except crass ingratitude
Which caused so much heartburn.

I had always a plain heart,
I was quite above board.
But others were conceited.
Truth was often ignored.

I am now wiser and ask
Who is more important?
I ask who has been with me
In a manner constant?

I lived for others so far.
But ere it is too late,
Let me now live for myself
And not on others wait!


* Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format.

M C Gupta
27 July 2003