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Yes! I do know that I'm rubbish, very poor,
unworthy, unreliable, the rest:
inattentive, barely fit to sweep your floor
and that you deserve far better than my best.
But this is who I am. Aching and stained
with mud and rabbit shit, weary and old,
preoccupied and burdened, conscience strained
with all the world to save and kids to hold
when I'm allowed. No, I can't put you first
as you would like, as we all need and long
for and should have. I know that pain, the burst
of jealousy that bites and burns so strong,
I've lived that life, I've been where you are now
when gratitude is not enough somehow.