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Aging, Analogy, Forever giving, Life of a social worker, Magpie Tales, Metaphorical, Old rusty pipe, Thankless job
She spent years spreading love
Like a flowing river
She was sincere as a dove
And a generous giver
She filled us up with life
Until our thirst was quenched
We sploshed without a strife
She watched us getting drenched
She asked nothing in return
But a little care
Cuz with cracks in her turn
There’d be no love to spare
Alas age is taking over
And showing on her wrists
But she will never cower
Inspite of those cysts
She may be a little rusty
But that’s only on the out
Her heart’ll never smell musty
She’ll hang on, without a doubt!
**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 27, hosted by Willow Manor. Please do take time to read the creative works by the other contributors as well :)**
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