Like I Withheld So I Give
I gave less and spent more
More did i lose in the race
Till i was on the bottomless list
Of the popular mean lads
Who survive only on what they make
I then changed the game
And joined the race again
With a reconciled heart of gold
Letting go even the last bronze of mine
To cheapen my self for others to prosper
Now i rejoice in the fruits
For the less i spent on my self the more i earned
The more i spent on others the less i lost mine
Till giving became my worst addiction
As i sleep in an empty house
For the paupers i hosted last night
Left me a rich heart
And took my poor possessions
Copyright © Muhereza Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2013
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