Sharing
Sharing joy.
Sharing grief.
I stand firm
On this belief.
Take the bad
With the good.
It's a given.
It's understood.
Some walk away
Never blink an eye.
Never look back.
Never wonder why.
But,
When skies are blue,
And there's gold in the pot,
These gutless wonders
Seem a friendly lot.
They'll show up
For the Lion's share.
When they've had their fill,
They're 'outta there'.
Sharing
No offense intended
to anyone
By Mariannajo
© 2010 Mariannajo
(All rights reserved)
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