The Giver
He gave me worry; he gave me stress.
Everyone BUT me he tried to impress.
He gave me twinges of jealousy
when flirting with girls in front of me.
He gave me loneliness many a night.
When he got mean, he gave me fright.
He gave me reasons that made no sense.
He gave me hurt, but with no recompense.
I gave forgiveness when he guilty stood,
but giving is not always something good.
Neither is taking always so great.
Take what you merit. Take not a fool’s fate.
He gave me heartache; he gave me pain.
I willingly took it again and again.
Sept. 23, 2020 for The Givers Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
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