Must be due for a new poem I guess.
Joker, lover, servant, son
He would try to help out anyone
Puts himself second to the needs of those
He cares for, trying to ease their woes
Yet, as is often times the case
By putting others first he comes second place
His tender heart leaves him no choice
So he gets used and gets no voice
Time and again he suspects
Surely it is his turn next
For some kinds soul to put him first
To say “here’s a drink to quench your thirst”
Or “let’s go out, this one’s on me”
“Your money’s no good sir, it’s free”
Instead he ends up hurt and bruised
And becomes resigned to being used
But if no other will take a stand
Or raise him up or lend a hand
There is one who is ever grateful
That he is kind instead of hateful
And so I choose to take my turn
To put him first, though others spurn
Him and not see his heart needs fixin’
I would take blade in paw and slay my vixen
And return to the shadows from whence I came
A memory, a ghost, an empty name
But for now I live and with every part
I love the fox whose paw print’s on my heart
Topic: Trixsie's odds and ends (Read 91720 times)