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The Giver
Contributed by
weepingwillow
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Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 05:19:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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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
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weepingwillow
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2004-12-03 17:19:34]
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Re: The Giver
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by LEMMEN on
Friday, 3rd December 2004 @ 05:45:46 PM AEST
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Good write. A poem that tells a story are my favorite. And you did a great job.
~DENNIS~ |
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Re: The Giver
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by fenris on
Sunday, 24th April 2005 @ 11:39:36 PM AEST
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| i like it... but i'm not so sure that you are right in the second phase of this poem... when God is speaking back... perhaps... but how can i say?... isn't it about the flow of energy? a battery runs down sometimes... and needs to be recharged... as long as input equals output you are ok... but when output exceeds input for long periods of time... it leaves you drained... and also wondering why... but what can you do?... what should you do?... you keep going... because that is all there is... isn't it?... |
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