If you want to be read you need to read
If you want to be fed you need to feed
Too many have high expectations of greed
When in the street a friend you meet how them do you greet
Do you tell them your story complete or take a back seat
And entreat them to tell you their story replete
For over a year I have given others a chance
Reading poems, numbers grew at a glance
But in a poetic ball room it takes two to dance
Some have no interest, for others no time
Then expecting others to read your poems would be a crime
Waiting for change from a hundred note when you gave a dime
Yet to those who are reading I\'m preaching to the choir
All of you have already proven your desire
It is under others I would like to build a fire