Giving
17 September, 2008
Author: Barbara Goodhew
You say your giving is free,
Yes free in fee.
Strings are attached to your gifts.
Like obligation,guilt.
Money can't buy friendships or love.
Neither do gifts.
Always wondering am I liked for me.
Or are you liked for the gifts, you
pretend are
FREE
------- Author's Notes -------
I wrote this because I met a lady in my appt building who brings some kind of item everytime she sees me. I told her to stop giving me things, but it didn't stop, now I think I know why. She came to visit me and stayed for 4 hours and asked to use my phone.. how could I refuse after she gave me so many things I felt obligated, I hate being manipulated. Giving I thought comes out of love and respect. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Bipedalguy (65.96.237.196) -- Wednesday, September 17 2008, 07:16 pm You always seem to get good solid human values into your writes. Keep it up. Bipe |
barb (67.58.197.169) -- Wednesday, September 17 2008, 08:41 pm I feel I'm so sceptical sometimes. But if I wait long enough Something happens to prove my sceptism was valid. thanks for reading. Like that song "Your true colours come shining through" |
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