To think that a person so devoted to the givings of others
can hardly count the social dimes in her own cup
Leaves my standing confused and wondering
why people like this should have the burden to exist
To be some sort of jester,
once a fair princess or prince
of a fair unpretentious kingdom
only to one day-early on- be captured,
and painted mockingly in gay colors
-still dancing for the laughs.
because even in this sort of dispare
there is some sort of value to them in serving the
simple, yet destructive, purpose of pleasing
And to think I have the courteous pleasure-the cursed pleasure
to have two of such serving people in my heart, close to it
never far from my sometimes overwhelming sorrow.
yet, I keep hoping beyond reasonable hope that one day
I can liVe to please them.
I've been Tamed.
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