Nothing Can Stop Me From Giving
For all the despair endured,
nothing can make me forget
the trust I placed in others;
every good intention showed
a gullibility which entrapped
me, but being used was worse.
Do good to those deserving,
look out for the treacherous
ones who take all you have,
leaving mere crumbs for pity;
when my wallet was stacked
with money I gave generously,
in these dire times nobody helps:
they look at me as if they looked
at a beggar while I cringe inside.
I shared my wealth with people who
had less than I, there was no prejudice;
I considered them friends and trusted
them until they showed their true selves.
Would I regret my mistake? No, I wouldn't;
if I can do it over when Fortune smiles on
me again, nothing will stop me from giving!
Written on 6/28/2016
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