My God! I love to share life here with you.
I don’t have to be capable at all.
I started as one tiny cell. A few.
Then hundreds, & now trillions* - not so small!
And you’ve been trying to help me grow up,
to learn to care for this big lump of cells.
That's even when I “act up”, interrupt.
There are folk who give me their life. It smells
like perfume when they just absorb my shite,
and give me more goodness than I give out.
They’re acting then in line with what I might
call plain ol’ goodness, and
it’s good, no doubt.
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