What does it take to be able to regard yourself as a good person, hmm?
What does it take? 
Is it that you always give to charity? 
Or have the clarity to never make a mistake? 
What does it take? 
Maybe you tithe, give money to God and think it odd that others don’t,
Or won’t, is that their mistake?
To want to have and eat every single slice of the cake?
And if all of their professed notions of fairness and parity are fake,
Then what does it take? 
And why should you care?
Who ever sat you down and said honestly, that, “Life comes with a guarantee to always be fair?”
That every time you, “Roll the dice they’ll always come up sixes,”
That every time you need a shoulder to cry on or a friendly ear, they’ll always be there?
When the truth is that most friends come and go like leaves on a breeze, offering only temporary fixes,
Of what needs to be a more permanent prescription, 
So why should you care? 
Maybe the truth is this, 
Though life offers no promise of safety or pledge of eternal bliss,
That the momentary pleasure of a warm embrace or a secret, stolen kiss,
Is all that we can ask for or generally expect, 
But the fact that one or two people in your life will always stand at your side and help you shoulder any strife, 
Deserves some deep respect,
That they would consciously select the hardest road to help bear your load and ask for nothing in return, 
But abide at your side and willingly bear your weight when you can no longer face each twist and turn, 
And shrug off the pain of carrying you and continue, step after step, grateful of their task and the lessons that both of you will learn, 
To stand for both of you when you cannot, but find the strength to do it anyway for both your sakes,
Maybe that’s what it takes,
Yes, that’s what it takes.