Poem
The Life of a Volunteer
Running, running, always on the run,
Never enough time, not even to dine.
That’s just crazy, I hear you say,
But I’m a volunteer and that is my day.
My salary is the smile I receive,
The interesting people whom I believe
Appreciate the things I do
To help them get through.
My life is full and nothing compares
To the joy of giving
My time and compassion,
And that’s why I’m always in action.