Giving
My Child, if you decide to give,
Don't hold back, do not even sieve.
For if you make the choice to give,
Give all, not only what you please.
Beware child, do not be deceived
That there is bliss if you tighten your fist!
Oh yes, it may cost, but not all is lost.
The more it hurts, the more it counts.
Nobody has know it bites,
It is your little secret child;
The key to such a bundle of joy!
And if The Giver catches your ploy
What great pleasure you shall employ!
Don't hold back, do not even sieve.
For if you make the choice to give,
Give all, not only what you please.
Beware child, do not be deceived
That there is bliss if you tighten your fist!
Oh yes, it may cost, but not all is lost.
The more it hurts, the more it counts.
Nobody has know it bites,
It is your little secret child;
The key to such a bundle of joy!
And if The Giver catches your ploy
What great pleasure you shall employ!
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