No matter if I am walking through a mirage;
carrying my heavy load through steep portage.
If ahead rocks are strewn across a dusty road;
if I am dismissed, or pelted with relentless goad.

I take from your share and carry more weight,
hoping it is at least appreciated and not berate.
It matters not this world, or the cold hearted reality;
but of spiritual realm and upward curved lips,
what I truly desire for you to see.

Through this physical world and then the rest,
I wish that you realize that I do my very best.
It matters not from whom, for I feel very blest;
for my obligation felt, I am properly dressed.

Guided by what this world needs and whispering siren's song,
whether smooth paddling or rocky ground, I travel along.

Maybe to you, I am somehow a friend,
to me, you're a blessed Godsend.
I know I will travel far...
My guiding star!