The 'help me' Gene

Various gifts we've all been giv'n,

Most merge when we're still young,

Though  t'develop ripe, some take more time,

Like climbing  rung to rung.

I hadn't even thought of  'gifts'

I just did what I knew,

I saw a need I could fulfill,

And knew just what to do.

I'd joined church choir aged seventeen,

Back then, MY 'ailment' rife,

But strived to do the best I could,

I had to LIVE, my life.

I'd had voice lessons in my youth,

Was asked, 'What type of voice?'

I actually had no idea,

I didn't have a choice.

"You sound like you're a bass" was told

So was placed between two,

One blind, the other, had a 'stroke'

I knew what I should do.

I helped one open up his books

So he could, music, sing,

The other, lyrics, did recite,

Should he forget something.

My actions, they were noticed

By church youth leader there,

H'informed my parents of my 'gift'

Of 'helping', 'giving care'.

At present church, one member,

I would assist her too,

Described it as the "Help me gene"

I did just what I do.

Since moving, in retirement,

Though still in nursing care

A residents dental 'ppointment,

Has asked, I drive him there.

Can others, my gift visualize?

They know I can't say "no"?

My "help me gene" SO vis'ble

To others, does it glow?

Moved to 'nother retirement home,

First week, a resident

Did ask me to assist him

With fridge from out, his car