I place my Paul first in my life alway’;
Yea, he the first is in o’r shared true life.
By doing so do I oft rue my day?
Is it far better to live life that’s rife
With others’ problems, strife—not be alone?
‘Tis true that others need sometime, but not
A lot I see; my joy is not to roam
Far from my soulmate, Sweet’; here cast my lot.
At work I see the others of’t and grant
Them listen’g time throughout my long, hard day.
They stress and strain, and struggle so, and rant
A bit; my listening is sun’s keen ray.
My greatest need at home I find with Paul;
I run to him whene’er I hear his call.