No One Is Paid To Be An Angel Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one is paid to hear the troubles,
Of others as they muzzle up.
No one is paid to do a puzzle,
To leave their own needs doubled.

No one is paid to hear the troubles,
Of others to forget...
Their own troubles they know exist,
To do alone to get them fixed.

No one is paid to make okay,
Each day somebody lives.
No one is paid to make okay,
A step another takes...
That may create a pain or ache.

No one is paid to be an angel,
To distribute wings.
Or pretend they have no feelings...
Regardless what life to them brings.

Nobody with their troubles,
Can kick to curbs to boot them.
Nobody with their troubles,
Can muzzle them to mute.