There is some little waste in being free
With you and your spare time. Of course it's best
To be a good, kind person (unlike me)
And honor every general request
With personal performance of a good,
Yet those of us with a more selfish bent
Must always wonder if you really should
Be quite so open. After you have spent
Hours being helpful, there's a glow,
Of course, of self-esteem in usefulness;
Even we old crabs, be sure, do know
That much. Yet even so I must confess
The more you volunteer the less free time
We have together: I call that a crime.
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