Whatever is given by the giver,
Is seldom their loss to lose.
And not often is remorse,
Felt to feel...
When one has made a choice,
To give with it done.
And not be concerned,
As to who chooses to decide...
A giver giving,
Will not notice being taken...
For granted.
But,
It is not up to the giver...
To decide,
Who chooses to lose...
Just to prove their wish to be,
Thought of as a fool.
This...
Is not a given by the giver.
This...
Is sometimes witnessed,
By those who are giving...
To others to later discover,
That choice,
Had been independently made.
To
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