The Point
Data or no Disc

What’s the point? I ask you
Is there a greater meaning here?
Is there something that I’m missing?
Or is this all that’s there?

I’ve been in love,
I’ve volunteered,
I’ve given money to worthy charities,
I’ve given up my time

I’ve helped kids learn to read
I’ve worked with the Beavers and Cubs
I used to do Brownies too
I bought the Big Issue

But what’s the point in all of this?
Where is that nice glow?
The one you’re supposed to feel when you do good things,
When, as a person, will I grow?

After all these good things I’ve done,
And all the people I have helped,
Supported, held and stood by
Why do I get left out?

Where’s my recognition?
Where is my parade?
Where are my medals and notes from the queen?
Why do the normal ones get ignored?

We don’t bring attention to ourselves
We just get out with out lives
But sometimes to do some of the hardest things,
With no recognition-
What’s the point?

4th May 2005

In this ‘poem’ I have basically written down all the bad little thoughts at the back of our heads which are always asking why we don’t get noticed for the things that we do. And in case anyone was wondering, I have done all of the things I mentioned.