A life of use to others

So I know you’re all busy, but I keep on thinking about this one question,

and I thought maybe someone of you can help me out,

knows the answer, or at least what it’s about...

Do you know what it means to live a life of use to others?

If yes, I hope you live your live that way,

and I hope that I can say the same one day,

for now I’m just wondering what to do,

which is a big question but maybe someone knows:

I saw in the outskirts of Kathmandu,

children playing in trash, where a polluted river flows.

Now, I know you don’t live in Kathmandu,

but just imagine if I was you,

or you were one of these kids too.

Upon passing them, one simple question:

Ke Garne? What to do?

I kept the kids on my mind,

the image pops up now and then,

I’m hoping that someday I find,

how I could maybe help them.

I just want to do something else than nothing,

It just hard to figure out this whole help-thing.

I checked, I can’t be the only for who it’s clear,

That’s something is very very wrong here.

Anne Frank said no one has ever become poor by giving,

What can I give these kids, how to help them in their living?

Once I met a grandma on the street,

she had a big smile and bare feet.

She knew no english, but knew I was lost,

she invited me for tea, and paid what it cost.

The shopkeeper, behind an old stand,

eventually showed me the way,

the lady went with me, took my hand

cause it was getting gray.

When at the end I said thanks, I knew she hadn’t understood,

Though I thought in how I said it maybe she would.

Has anyone ever showed you kindness, that you couldn’t say thank you for?

I did at least, this wasn’t big and she probably doesn’t remember anymore.

But still, the granny did more than she knew,

which matters to me, and I think it matters to you.

And this was just me,

who got lucky in the lottery of birth,

I wonder how things would be,

if I was born in any other place on earth.

I could’ve been of the kids on the edge of the light,

playing in trash and one day getting a simple mosquito bite,

which,so I would go to the doctor thinking it will be alright,

But he’s not there, but he’s coming, I mean he should, he might,

he’s not, so without medicine, and because of that simple mosquito bite,

I become a little kid, with Dengue fever and no sight.

I dare you to care for the people on the edge of the light,

you got lucky,yes, if you hadn’t you’d be there by their side.

Being humble is probably one of the hardest things to do,

I, at least, feel like I lived my life in arrogance,

and just saying, I think you probably did too.

The question is often in the back of my mind: what do you do in your life for others?

Do you know that worldwide 100 million street children are waiting for mothers?

they’re hungry and they are in pain,

they cry out all day and all night, in vain.

We’re so sheltered, and not much preoccupied to not be that way,

I wish someone would write sometime at night in big red capital letters on main street,

for absolutely everyone to see what we all should actually say: .

People are being imprisoned, and it’s upon us to do something that they’re free’d.

“Because for those who are not heard,

we ought to raise our voices higher,

because everyone deserves the chance

to chase whatever sets their soul on fire.”