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No One Cried
Always giving, never receiving
Made her a weary soul
She lived her life for others
Aways giving, never living
A life of her own
She grew so tired and weary
Her efforts seemed so futile
She no longer saw a reason
So the weary one quietly
Laid her head down and died
No one even missed her
And no one even cried
Nice Poem
Tricia this is so sad, so beautiful and so true. Thanks.
Great poem!!!!!!!! keep it up..
terribly sad. hope this isn't a true story. v.
This is sad, reading about the loneliness of giving without receiving depicted in this poem. I wrote a poem on 'the placator'... This poem reminds me of the same theme. Thanks for sharing. Joan
Hi Tricia, A touching story expressed very well. A life of humble dedication, a lonely finish to it. I shall enjoy reading more of your poetry. Thank you for reading and critiquing some of mine. F. Salphire
What a sad story and so very true. All of us feel like this at some or other stage. A very neat poem.