few of us ever do Get used to Using as we're being Used by

Experience can't teach 

What some are born knowing: 

How comely it is to be, 

Dreamily, what you're 

Likely taken for— 

But pray it teaches you

Never to keep score.

Few of us ever do

Get used to

Using as we're being

Used by  (I don't)

Or used to seeing

That, apple or knuckle,

My is not I—

And only a saint won't

Now and then ignore why

Yours is not you.

Sam Johnson kicked

The stone of a stone,

Scraped his shoe

And his ankle bone,

And did not care

For he alone then

Had proved anew

Fair and square

That he alone to 

Him alone was

Usable, true,

And there.

 

[Marie Ponsot {1921-2019} 'Sam Refuted, Respectfully', from Springing: New and Selected Poems]