Some give so much love
\nthey empty out their heart
\nbut they are often the lonely ones
\nif we can only start
\nto understand their predicament
\nwhy so many tears?
\nmay be too old in the tooth
\ntoo fat too thin
\nit appears
\nthey don’t have that
\nlove me factor
\nthey don’t have that
\nfilm star flair
\nthey have all their attributes
\nbut others will not share<\/p>\n
the love they have is wonderful
\nand the need to share it so
\nthey are the ones left in the pound
\nthey are the one’s who go
\nthey are the one’s who weep
\nalone
\nwho walk the path of woe
\nnobody seems to love them
\ndespite their inner glow<\/p>\n
they give so much
\nthey are passionate
\nabout their love for you
\nbut perhaps they don’t have
\nthe sparkle
\nthat some have
\nand that comes through<\/p>\n
and so they find they are consigned
\nto the lonely part of the street
\nor to sit alone in the forest
\nor are just turned into meat<\/p>\n
the rat is a furry animal
\nwho suffers in its role
\nwhenever its seen in gardens
\nmaybe it wants a stroll
\nbut the human kind have fixed ideas
\nand a rat is vermin so
\nit won’t be long before
\npoison baits so blue
\nbegin to show<\/p>\n
now had it been a nightingale
\na sort of rat with wings
\nthat sat upon the fence at night
\nopened its throat and sings
\nshe would have food put out for her
\nand smiles and love all round
\nif only someone loved me
\nsaid the poor rat on the ground<\/p>\n
if only someone loved me
\nsaid the old dog in the yard
\nchained up in all weathers
\nthe house he has to guard
\nbut not even good shelter
\nwhen winter rains do bite
\nif only someone loved me
\nmy life would just be bright<\/p>\n
if only humans realised
\nthat wnen they met someone
\nwho gave their love un conditionally
\nthat love was like the sun
\nit warmed their combined spirits
\nand would last the test of time
\nfalling in love is wonderful
\nfor the spirit then can climb<\/p>\n
if only I was handsome
\nsaid the old cat on the wall
\ninstead I’m me and people
\nthey throw stones at me
\nhoping that I fall
\nits strange how those that
\ngive their hearts unconditionally
\nare often the victims
\nand die apparently<\/p>\n
alone and without anyone
\nto comfort them and be
\ntruly lovely to them
\nits very sad to see
\nperhaps if we change our attitude
\nand open up our eyes
\nwe will see and hear that loving
\nand share it before it dies<\/p>\n
too many graves are silent
\ninside a sad wee soul
\nwho gave their love so freely
\nand others kind of stole
\nall of their affection
\nand left them in the street
\nlimping sobbing sighing
\nfeeling incomplete<\/p>\n
lets remember the waifs and strays
\nthose caged up in the cold
\nlets remember those sweet ones
\nwhether young or old
\nthat displayed a love and affection
\nfor us
\nwhich we turned away
\nwe could have just been nicer to them
\ninstead we made them pay<\/p>\n
they left this world in sorrow
\nthey left us tear in eye
\nthey clearly missed just seeing us
\nso why oh why oh why
\ndid we not open up our hearts
\nand share a little love
\nevery soul has value
\nrat or wolf or dove<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Some give so much love they empty out their heart but they are often the lonely ones if we can only start to understand their predicament why so many tears? may be too old in the tooth too fat too … Continue reading