He gave to all and sundry.
Some say that he gave too much.
He would give his time, his money, his shoulder.
It was in his make up.
He would give to friends and strangers alike.
He couldn’t help himself.
He couldn’t see people go without
In any way, shape or form.
He always had a listening ear.
A coin in his pocket.
A helping hand.
Some say that he was being taken a loan of.
He never saw it this way.
It made him feel needed.
Wanted by a seemingly uncaring world.