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[title] => The Giver
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[bodytext] => He glanced back across the plains And sighed with pain As he took one last look at home The placed he wished he didn't know For years he'd gave his best And at the expense of health he ignored rest His only desire was to help like a friend And he did his job to the bitter end But years of no rest took its toll And seeds of dissent were sown After giving and giving all for free He finally began to think what of me I've always gave freely of myself But I've never accrued any wealth I've always gave my love away But its never been returned on any day I've thought little of my needs And my troubles I've gave no heed I've put everyone before me But this they do not see Can I have some of your time Just a little will be fine Could you do this for me I'll be so happy, pretty please More and more they took But of my needs they gave no look Yet still I gave until it hurt After all what am I worth Then I saw the light And the futility of my plight From my works what have I gained Nothing but misery and pain No friends have I Nor reason why I've been nice to everyone I've met But in their circle I was not let No wife for me And why I can't see Because I've more love Than the stars above I've loved a lot But been loved not A cruel destiny For anyone to see I'm liked But not loved A friend But not befriended Why should I continue to give When no one cares whether I die or live They only want what they can get But don't even give their friendship I see those that don't give like me Have more friends than life in the sea And those that don't love as true Receive more love than they can use But I have nothing at all Except the joy of answering my call But no longer do I enjoy giving When I have a life not worth living I'm used But not used up I care But I'm not cared for So from this wretched place I'll leave And from my heart thine memories do cleave For a new place I'll depart And give life a fresh start He looked to the sky above And heard the voice of love Like a blast of thunder He was shook asunder And from upwards he heard The utterance of words So attention he paid To the sounds that were made You have given all your life But you didn't give without a price While you didn't ask for financial gain You hoped your fears would be slain A service to gain a friend Was the way it would begin You gave away your life In hopes of a wife You made yourself be used And the people it enthused Who will deny something for free Regardless if it comes from you or me You put faith in men to return The favors they would not spurn And when you didn't get what you wished You cried and you hissed But have no faith in man Even with a good plan Because you deceitfully gave Only seeking to gain Ask me for what you desire Ask me for the non-consuming fire Walk in faith with me And miracles you will see A plan have I for you And without, you will not do Everything you need will be given And you will have a life worth living The voice became quiet And the stars sparkled in the night The man sat amazed As in the distance he gazed His eyes began to tear As he realized his fear He was alone for sure And for his dilemma there was no cure His hell was made by his own hands By actions he didn't understand But at least he now knew How to give and give true He died alone But not alone He died without a friend But with one who loved him [comments] => 2 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 21 [informant] => weepingwillow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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