Am I?

Am I not supposed to strive for perfection?
Am I not supposed to be kind and loving?
Am I not supposed to have compassion?
Lending a hand to help the crying girl with the skinned knee up from the concrete sidewalk.
Am I not supposed to listen? Nodding as I hear grim stories I never will understand
(The stories that make me mad at God for creating humans).
Am I not supposed to share?
Talk of my problems and their one solution.
Am I not supposed to serve?
And be a 24-hour waitress to everyone and not expect a tip whether they order 1 course or 97 cow corpses
Am I not supposed to give?
For the cost of a cup of coffee you can educate a child in Thailand?
Am I not supposed to be holy?
No put downs, insults, and prejudices. Was that a leer?
Am I not supposed to be faithful?
Trust more than an infant nursing.
Am I not supposed to happy with the happy?
Sharing laughter, sharing my joy for life.
Am I not supposed to sad with the sad?
Letting my tears swirl with another’s tears down the same porcelain basin?
Am I not supposed to care?
I try.