Too much

sorenbarrett

She gave everything to others, to husband, children, mother and brothers
Her joy in living to others giving, dressed in rags on scraps her hunger gags and lags
Starving sacrifice fueled her burning smiles, self immolation made up her styles
Loosing control she gave away her soul in one of those donated bags of old rags

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  • 2781

    Not sure about the last line but I read that greatest among you will be your servant.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you so much for the review my friend yes you have captured well the first half and you are right about that last line it is the barb on the hook.

      • 2781

        Fortunately for us, it may not be our decision. Who knows what get kept, and what is thrown back?

        • sorenbarrett

          Interesting concept

        • Neville



          this is a scorcher for sure ..

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks Neville your words are always most appreciated

          • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

            some are too generous for their own good my friend, much enjoyed



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