I’ve always done things 
for others other things
other places other people
as though I was
a marionette attached to
someone else’s dreamy ideas
I found great joy
in giving that to
them but as they
grew I became smaller
as though I gave
others the sun while
I took the shade
And as they grew
I sat there waiting
But like greyhounds first
out the gate they
soon lost their place
and I having waited
watched and observed them
I understood their mistakes
and when my turn
didn’t make them myself