Oftimes when we are comment sharing,
In darkest or brightest hour,
We find our hearts in chains and caring,
Lost in exchanges of power,

When engaged in ones own consumption,
Of the heart and need to thrive,
We sometimes forget the given assumption,
The gratis gifts of care survive,


To some you must rely,
The care and it’s twin elation,
For some minds cannot justify,
Care for it’s own sake and education,

So expect the wince of pain regret,
The ungrateful who give short shrift,
For the few that on burden set,
Love the few who recognize the gift,