Friday, May 25, 2007

GIVE IT AWAY

GIVE IT AWAY


Love that is hoarded moulds at last

Until we know some day

The only thing we ever have

Is what we give away.

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And kindness that is never used

But hidden all alone

Will slowly harden 'till it is

As hard as any stone.

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It is the things we always hold

That we will lose some day;

The only things we ever keep

Are what we give away.

Anon.

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