Poem -

too giving

too giving

remember all the birthday,
anniversary, retirement collections,
I dutifully added to, in my youth,
from sixteen years old,
in all the employments I've been
and I've collected for others,
and made personal cards,
I remember at school, because my
birthday is in the holidays..it got
forgotten, and I've never been stingy,
I've done with this work colleague
rubbish, as when I fell seriously ill,
no work colleague did anything kind
for me, only my true life long friends,
So now I return to work,
and when they come rattling that
collection tin they can shove it
where the sun dont shine...

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pauline codd

(I forgot, I just donated last week for a very dear work colleague, and 30 of us are off out for lunch...I'm such a wuss)

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Marion

Lol...I don't blame you ...??

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Being Me

Why is it that those who give so generously, whether or be through their kindness, or their love are often the first ones to be forgotten about? I have no answer sadly. But never stop being who you are ? x

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pauline codd

I wont, I know I still will, it's just something I e noticed,  sometimes the nicer you are, the more some people dislike you,  but I'm not going to change at this point in my life,..x

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Nine Eleven

I say follow through Pauline, give them the big middle finger.?

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