I served the man with pocket-money, <br />Out of a slender fund - the accumulated savings. <br />My parts and wholes of volumes of work <br />Ganged up on me, and I fed others with facts. <br />I had an intention, and a law, for the saying <br />That was mine, flowing forwards with height. <br />The tsunami of blessings smothered me <br />With heartache, as the books so read were beneficial. <br />I served the profession well, of reading I was first, <br />In this well of knowing was my prize, <br />For I became a knowledge in fairness.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-served-2/
