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Growth

It is that point in time 
When you must grow, 
For much more maturity 
You must show 
I have saved you once, twice 
And of course more than thrice, 
But I can't continue to save you 
for the rest of your life. 
At the sound of a shriek 
I have come full blast, 
At the sound of a whisper 
I have come even faster. 
There are times when you call 
When there's nothing a matter, 
You just needed to vent 
Because no one will listen to your chatter 
My gift is that I try to save 
Every man, woman and child 
My curse as you don’t understand is 
To that life, I have become a slave 
No rest, no sleep, no time to breathe 
What am I to do, im so confused 
Because saving lives is the right thing to do 
I look for a friend someone to show they care 
But it is to no avail for my love 
I have with no one to share 
remember the time when I called out to you, 
but like everyone else you failed to respond, 
thought you’d be there in a rush, 
guess it’s my own fault for expecting too much 
i called out for help just a little request 
But you turned the other cheek 
Because you said you needed your rest 
I figured when I ran to your rescue 
When those guys were attempting to hurt you 
That you would run to my rescue 
And at least do half of what I do 
Because ungrateful each of you have been 
Taking advantage was your greatest sin 
Did you care when I laid in bed 
With a pain oh so great 
Oh hes superman he can't get hurt 
In a couple of minutes 
He will turn back to great 
But now you must suffer each on your own 
Because not one inch of growth 
you have truly shown 
The unthinkable has occurred 
The one thing you all dread 
You must all stand alone 
Because im here to tell you 
Superman is dead 

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  1. Date: 12/12/2009 9:45:00 AM
    Great poem! I can relate too. You try to help people all the time and then when you need help they aren't there. But you do need to remember that you aren't superman you can only do so much as a person. Helping people is amazing but you have to look out for yourself too. Don't do so much that you lose sleep and what not. There is a fine line between helping others and hurting yourself. I've been there and it's not fun. But thank you for this great poem it's written very well!

  1. Date: 12/11/2009 6:14:00 AM
    Great poem Steve. It''s a hard thing to understand, but you described it well.I've found that help seldom comes from where it is justly expected.... God often sends it from another of His scources. It's all good.-Robert

  1. Date: 12/6/2009 7:34:00 AM
    Good write...no one person can save the world even though we try sometimes....I know one that can though ? Glad that you liked I Know That They are Still Out there...we all get to felling the way you described, but the power of prayer will knock them dead every time..God Bless and have a Merry Christmas..Danny

  1. Date: 9/19/2009 12:23:00 PM
    Very Nice... Yes, Sometimes, Some people can be so insensitive to the needs of others and even be without a clue as to gratitude for what we do for them ... but what's that ol' saying... you have to rake a few leaves, before the breeze... I to find and surround myself with positive loving, people - helps keep your eyes on the Light... (Oh... and you sure Write like a Superman... Smile) MoonBee

  1. Date: 9/18/2009 11:28:00 PM
    Sure can relate with your write here, pouring out your disappointment, having given so much, yet not returned. Know that whatever you did to make a difference for someone is never lost or forgotten. I enjoyed reading this well written poem. Thanks for sharing. Caroline.