The world has its givers and those on the take
Nothing hurts worse than when loves a mistake.
Subsisting alone isn’t living at all
All of us need someone who waits for our call.
Lovers like flowers pollinate, blossom and bloom
You can tell who loves who as they enter the room.
Our purpose of life is to protect, learn and forgive
The more we serve others the better we live.
Just as our babies from birth and evermore
We can’t help but love them as they crawl the floor.
Someday they’ll be grown and go their own way
Till then and after for them we must pray.
Down through the history of humans on Earth
The way we treat others foretells our worth.
The outcomes of life be they joyful or sad
Teach us to be thankful, grateful and glad.
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