The sun shines endlessly for the whole world
without getting or asking anything in return
and I try
oh I try to give all my light
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This interesting poem asks interesting questions, although which for me stand on a battery of assumptions. Which largely hinge on, just who are they that take and take? In the sphere of the poem, they are influences to which one has willingly exposed oneself, with some expectation or other that has been disappointed. Which the poem strives to reconcile, and which sorrow is, for me, fittingly captured in its concluding question.
There is a certain stoicism to the poem. A vast selflessness. Our star the Sun shines because it has no other option. You however make a choice each day to emit your light for the world to behold. The last sentence of Walden comes to mind - The Sun is but a morning star. It seems to fit with the poem. In the morning you put on your brave face and shine. At night with no one needing you to shine on them, sorrow takes hold. The poem begs for a moon. A night time shine, and reflection of the sun