Poem about a voluntary blood donor

He is a favorite guy.

They always look forward to seeing him.

Smiling, witty,

always helping others.

He has a rare blood group.

He is aware of that.

And he helps people.

Every Thursday,

at the same time,

he makes his contribution.

He donates blood.

His blood.

One Thursday he was not there.

He was not there on the second Thursday either.

It's not the worst, he had not die.

But as if he had.

He found out he had hepatitis.

It was even harder for him when he found out how he got it.

He took care of his health.

He played sports.

The cognition destroyed him.

At a regular dental check-up,

the dentist infected him with his appliances.

Of course not on purpose.

Now he needs help.

Our help.

Always help when you can,

because we don't know what awaits us tomorrow.

Author: Musician

Thanks a lot for reading.

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