Why Should I Bother

Am I here for myself

or here for another?

Why should I help,

why should I bother?

It's not like I'll get paid

there's no profit for me.

At least not on the surface,

there's just nothing to see.

So why would I do this,

give to others with needs?

They're not pleasant like flowers,

they seem more like the weeds.

Homeless and dirty,

sometimes they stink.

But are they really so different

or is this just how we think.

For the most part they're hungry

often not of their faults.

Our economies failed them

hoarding riches in vaults.

So what are they supposed to do,

die of starvation?

It's not really that hard

to aid their bodies salvation.

But where's our return

just what do we get.

Actually it's a feeling inside

that you'll never regret.

It's their thanks, their smiles

their appreciation for what you've done.

It will touch you down deep.

A feeling that can't be undone.

This feeling we'll have

when we've helped one another

will convince us our aid

has been well worth the bother.