In a world where takers roam so free,
I am the giver, among them, you see.
Surrounded by those with greedy desires,
I offer my heart, setting their souls on fire.
In every interaction, I aim to share,
To lift others up, to show them I care.
Yet, the takers gather, like moths to a flame,
Consuming my kindness, without any shame.
They crave my time, my love, my support,
But rarely do they reciprocate, resort,
To taking, never giving, like a black hole,
Leaving me drained, an empty vessel, they stole.
But still, I persist, in this endless game,
Hoping to ignite a spark, to change their aim.
For in my giving, I find purpose, you see,
A joy that comes from helping hands, selflessly.
Though they may take and take, and never give,
I remain undeterred, for I truly believe,
That with each act of kindness, seeds are sown,
Potentials awakened, love freely grown.
So I continue to give, in the face of greed,
For the world needs more givers, that’s my creed.
And maybe, just maybe, in the giving I do,
I’ll inspire the takers, to become givers too.