Sitting on the reserve bench

I am Kathy, aged twenty-two,
I live with my parents in a nice apartment
I got a job, right after I left school
So in my comforts, I became complacent

I work hard to earn my daily keep
To feed my family, my terrier and me
What others are in trouble, better pretend to sleep
So long as I have my meals, clothes and weekend movie

After all, the number of needy is countless
What difference can I, one person make?
So I decided that any effort is really pointless
Better just save my money for my future's sake

Intentions to help, I often harbour
"Here I am Lord, send my neighbour!"
So when I said my prayer, He did not humour
Because in the first place, I did not labour

Finally came the day when I was retrenched
Because I've sat too long on the reserve bench
Now I am hungry, my thirst unquenched
Is there anyone to pull me out of this trench?

I have learnt my lesson, pardon my inaction
Recruit me back, to be part of His mission
I promise not to be complacent again,
I shall never be oblivious to others' pain
Because I now know that the one in need
May one day be me or you indeed.