Poetry

Shadow of Sunshine

What would You Get
By Going Beyond
What is Expected of You, They Asked?
What would You Gain
By Giving Away
Your Time and Love, They Asked?

I Am the Giver.
I Am the Healer.
Of the Smiles,
I’m Blanket Dealer.

I’m Just of that Sort, You Know,
I Don’t Mind Taking
The Longer Lines
To Kill Your Whines.

You May Deal in Profit and Loss
You are Free, You’re the Boss.
Who am I to Ask You for Favor
To Be as Kind – or Foolish, as You Term It.

What You Give May Not Be
Even Meant for You.
Ask The Tree
The Fruit Who Grew.
I Promise, I’d Try
To Be Just Like You,
With Whatever You Do
I Will Be Fine,
The Day You Show Me
Shadow of The Sunshine.


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