What drives you?
What makes you tick?
When Churchill spoke of Russia
He might have of you,
An enigma indeed, a mystery.
Selfish, you certainly are.
Self-centered, uncaring, cruel.
It would be so easy if that were all,
But kind you are,
Feeling, loving, nice -
An overworked word, but good.
You walk through life,
Love those who stumble,
And when yourself you fall,
Accept help gratefully.
Then trample underfoot who helped you.
They'll name a hurricane after you, someday.
Hurricanes - a terrible trail of destruction
They leave, in their wake.
Sound familiar?
-- Nikkie
