By A.S. Coomer
Nothing in its rightfully owed splendor
does anything.
Birds chirp for themselves,
bookworms gobble words for themselves.
It’s all for naught
or selfish plunder,
which amounts to much of the same:
Nothing.
Nothing for nothing’s sake.
Bio: A.S. Coomer is a native Kentuckian serving out a purgatorial existence somewhere in the Midwest. His work has appeared in over thirty publications. He’s got a handful of novels that need good homes.
thedrabble.wordpress.com 
So if it’s only for us, for ourselves, are we nothing? I do t think people are all that selfish. I believe we do do things for other people’s sake. We take care of each other and that is something.
LikeLike