Behavior

When there was enough for me I didn't take it. I didn't say a word, didn't speak up, made no moves and made no ripples. I was a good boy, I was well-behaved. I was, as Mother often said, as good as I was handsome. And even though she was my mother she was honest, sometimes far too much.

There was enough for me and I didn't take it. I could have had my fill, we all could have. But I was nice, and good, and looked too much in the mirror. And when everything was gone I said, "But what about me?"