The Giver

I’m a compassionate creature

I am a giving tree.

So many times I think of others

So many times I forget about me.

The tables keep on turning

And the room constantly spins.

In my world of secrets and darkness

I’m never the one who wins.

I give until I have no more

Then I give things that I need.

So that others can be happy

So that others can succeed.

I see all the same faces

High up here in this tree.

Is there anyone else out there?

Anyone who wants to give to me?

sadlight verse

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Carol Sunshine Brown

November 15, 2012 at 5:39 AM

A belated welcome to PoetrySoup I offer you Devin. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you find even more inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol