In the city of forging metal
Where lives our perky kin
I went to transfusion station.
Walked into building with number nineteen.

I've always felt extra liters
Could be given away.
They are too much. No pity
I had on that glorious day.

The nurse made peculiar tests
To analyze goodness of blood.
She said: Yours 's pure, within it rest
Molecules of mercy and love.

I saw it ran through the hose
******* away from my hand.
Someone who get this delightful dose
I thought
Will feel that bliss I've felt.
Immersing you into the silence of Universe
Makes you believe you can fly
That wonderful drug of excellent purity
Clean and serene as the sky.

After that quite remarkable visit
Made me feel dizzy and ******
I had some strange feeling
Freezing me down to the bones.
I saw it now simple and clear:
Till the very remaining drop
I contribute my blood for those who'll need it -
No longer I don't.