Some say the givers lot in life is
Often
one of sad submission;
Always
give, never take can
Make
a lonely wayward waif.
Whether
friend or foe or stranger
Reaching
out with optimism,
Giving
time or toil or riches,
Anything
to keep them safe.
But
givers have a secret motive
Takers
never realize,
One
that leads to vast rewards
That
can’t be cyphered by their size.
Every
gift the giver makes
From
bold benevolence and grace
Leaves
beads of bounty in its wake
Enfolded
in a warm embrace.
The
truth of generosity is
Written
in the wind.
The
more we give
The
more we live
To
reap its golden dividend.
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