Service of Thy Fellow Men

Dearest Mommy and Daddy.

All friends that I meet.

This Poem is the Poem

For they who cleanse and wipe my feet.

Thank you for kindness, love without ere,

The way you always seem to be there,

The smile you give me when frowns are near.

This ode is to “you” type,

That give with no fare.

The nurses and mothers who spread love with care.

Thank you for the light in my Path.

The glowing beacon that comes from thine face.

That leads me, gives me heed to His place.

This Ode is to all who carry a load,

And sweat by there brow,

For those who give service to all around.

So friends. So Family.

I write this with love.

This Poem is your Poem.

…My cleansing wipe of they feet.