I dream I am bowing to your feet
putting my head to the ground at your toes
as you look on lonely and bemused
There is no question on how it is to be done
and I too am unaffected by the gesture
but I wake up and wonder
Where people go and why they must go
when in them and around them is present
an earnest desire to please and be kind
But in the emotion to please and be kind
a snare I suppose for we are taught nothing
can be given for free
But occasionally we are given something without
any thought of reward or advancement
it almost never happens so I bow to your feet
--
Quail Meadow
May 2013
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