You can call me selfish, if you wish: A poem 

Though many call me selfish 

I have never self-seekingly relished 

It is the silent virtuous 

who accepts that he may get punished 

And those who want payday 

will never understand what I say 

I know I’m always okay 

for you to judge me as you may 

If there’s steel in the wheel 

and there’s motion in the keel  

One may doubt, sometimes, it’s in vain 

But a warrior knows there’s glory in pain 

And yes, I rue the endless suffering 

But, in His sanctum sanctorum, I know I’m king 

There is no shame in the sling 

that dared evil at His calling