~ GIFT OF LIFE ~
When life gets busy and hectic
It's important to prioritize...
Those spare moments to lend
Far more rewarding...than realized...
At the end of the day
Which would you rather say...
"I have NO time, for NO one..but ME"
or
"I donated blood...and the chains of death, are set free"...
Your generous gift...can help save ones life
Most likely ones child, father or even ones wife...
Those spare moments...can bless sooo many
Through self-less deeds, not just donated money...
Please, spare some time...for those on deaths brink
With this pondering thought...that really makes one think...
"You can't keep what you have...Unless... you GIVE it away."
The donating process...is rather easy
As long as you're healthy and not flu sneezy...
You'll then be asked...to take a seat
Reading their Privacy Act, sheet after sheet...
You'll then fill out...well informed survey sheets
That clearly are marked... "CONFIDENTIALITY"...
Questions it asks...about ones sexual history
Of tattoos, travel and body piercings...
Proceeding on...to a tiny cubicle
In which they check your pressure...much like a physical...
It's followed with a prick test...to see who eats their meat
With only one step left...till finding another seat...
A tiny little sticker...at this time "YES or NO"
Determines the fate...of ones donated flow...
Once you find your seat...not long before you'll lie
To offer up a pint...to a stranger whom might die...
As one lies...it's a quick prick sigh of ease
With a handle on a stress ball, periodically to squeeze...
Soon enough...those tubes will flow
Color of red, LOVE that truly shows...
That pint... is almost through
What next... is there to do...
An escort leads you...to a sweet buffet
With Vienna Fingers and juice on a tray...
One last time...you'll have to find a seat
As you patiently wait...and encouraged to eat...
Why, Thank You friend...for coming out
On this particular day, rather fine
Your generous donation...the GIFT OF LIFE
Will help save... a child of mine
At the end of the day...I know what I'd rather say...
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Anyday, especially for Christmas...I would prefer
to give/be given a GIFT of LIFE, over anything money could buy.
The true meaning of Christmas, began with a GIFT of LIFE,
baby Jesus (donated by the Father, whom later, donated his blood/life-
to give us the gift of Eternal Life.
Merry CHRISTmas !!! ~PEACE OUT
This poem was written by 4 SUGAR BEAR on Dec 10, 2007.
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4 Sugar Bear! This poem is fantasic. You created a great poem here. I think you should get some of your work published also. I can see your talent growing. Your turning out to be a magical writer, by turning something unusual, into something special. And how this poem, was not only a poem, but a commercial. To tell people to go out and not think of yourself but others. I would like to donate blood, but I hate needles. It's not the sight of blood, but the sight of the needles I fear most. It's people like you who make Christmas a special time of the year. I wish we had more like you. I rated 5 stars, and I hope you win.
THANKS sooo much R.B., I appreciate your encouragement. Your comments are quite uplifting, Thanks...
~PEACE OUT