475 ml

 
I don’t mean to post this poem to boast or brag
But once they walk away with my blood in a bag
It kind of gives me a high
I don’t mean woozy (though I did one time before)
But proud that I was able to donate once more
And happy I gave it a try

Who knows that pint might help a stranger
Or maybe even someone I know in danger
It can end up saving a life
But the universe (or God, whichever you prefer)
Works in mysterious ways because I like to refer
To when someone’s saved my wife

I guess I’m trying to give out positive vibes,
Because even through these difficult times
Some may be at the end of the rope
Regardless of faith or whatever you believe
To give certainly feels better than to receive
It’s the season of giving some hope