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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2063756
That good feeling of giving.
There was a time, not long ago,
when I was seated on a train.
I found myself in Amsterdam,
a visitor from northern Spain.

I had ten Euros in a bag
securely stashed with minor stuff.
Ten Euros may not seem like much--
I think ten is more than enough.

The train was rushing on the rails;
I heard the wheels click on the track.
Life gives to me so much, I thought,
sometimes I think I ought give back.

I saw the sights of Amsterdam,
the tulip fields, the history.
Reflecting on a life, sometimes,
enables one to clearly see.

The bag I had was blue and white;
it was a bag for giving sake.
I made sure not to leave I.D.--
I felt the train begin to brake.

I saw the others ‘round about
get ready as the stop was near.
The train assumed a varied tone;
decelerating sounds were clear.

I thought about the times before,
and thought about what I believe.
For it is better, I must say,
to give than it is to receive.

I may not be a millionaire
with means to write a check of size.
Yet I was able to leave ten
with nary anyone so wise.

I left the train in Amsterdam;
I felt the autumn breezes blow.
Along the streets I made my way
and felt the warmth of inner glow.

36 Lines
Writer’s Cramp

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