No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

I’m looking for a water leak, but I don’t have the keys.
I’m urging other folks to speak, by email, writing “please.”
But I of five am still alone – the others won’t afford
the time to work on their own home – as always, my reward
for competence and energy and time
is more to do, and fodder for this rhyme.

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