The Gift By A Donor Poem by John F. McCullagh

Perhaps I’ll save a life today,
-and help a child in pain.
-and give a cancer patient hope,
when hope is on the wane.


When I roll up my sleeve today
And watch my life’s blood flow-
I never know the faces or names
To whom my gift will go.

My hope is the recipients,
Their crises safely past,
Will recall this gift I gave-
This day was not their last.

I don’t look the heroic type-
A faceless friend to you-
But I stand tallest when I lie
upon a cot of blue.