The work you’ve done, you always tried. The hurt you felt, and pain you’d hide. The help you gave, to those who’ve cried.
The thanks you got, good was on your side.
You did not brag, kept deeds inside.
Others seem to be so hollow, you do what’s right the path you follow.
You freely gave what others borrow, as better days will come tomorrow.
You carry other’s heavy sorrow, so in grief they shall not wallow.
By no means are you perfect, but you walk with true respect.
You show you care though indirect, doesn’t matter if they forget.
You give of without personal fear, for material is briefly here.
Tradition of giving you hold so dear, to good spirits I hope you’re near.
I wrote this poem and just for me, then I found in words reality. To be kind potentially, this poem thus applies to thee!!