If I want to drink,
I can hold,
two hands full.

If I want to eat,
I can fill,
one mouth full.

If I want to breathe,
I can fill,
two lungs full.

If I want to fill,
I can fill,
One stomach full.

We are filling up something,
all our life without thinking,
filling is not a simple process:
fulfilling the needs of others,
may make us the true human being,
as our hands for repetitive doing,
our minds for constant caring,
our hearts for intense loving and
our existence for simple serving.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-we-serving-others-for-a-living/