The Old Indian Giver
Travelling down the rocky path
Adjacent to the river
I come upon a beautiful soul
The Old Indian Giver.
The sorrow swells within my chest
And drains my very being,
The empathetic old Indian Giver
Turns away without saying a thing.
My life was graced one winters day
With the warmest smile I’d seen,
Keeping me afloat throughout my life
More calm that I’d ever been.
We married and loved, for years on end,
Until one tragic day,
When my entire life came crashing down
Turning my life to gray.
I realize the old Indian Giver
Was just doing his job,
But I don’t think he realizes
My soul he also did rob.
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