To Serve
In restaurants, the food is served;
In tennis, it’s a ball.
In prison, it’s a stretch of time;
To jurors, it’s a call.
We serve our country, serve our guests
And serve at someone’s side;
We serve as ushers or as maids
To march before a bride.
We’re served a summons or a suit
To answer to the law
And sometimes, justice being served
Provides a deal that’s raw.
In life, however, oftentimes
What I, in fact, observe,
Is that we rarely get what we
Believe that we deserve.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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