Thanks Erica. I have to admit, I've never read any of Goethe's books;....another thing on my to do do list when I retire. Have you?
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Chatty my dear,
It just ain’t right.
Because of your generous soul
You can’t say, “Go fly a kite.”

You can’t pack his bags, and shove him out the front door.
You can’s say “Git! You couch potatoe, you old boar!”
Instead you suffer inside and out,
Instead you endure life’s crazy rout.

There must be something inside you so very good,
For you to suffer, just so the x gets his food.
It’s in your nature to give, even at your own cost.
In you is a caregiver, angel, and mother not lost.

Roll these traits all into one,
And to top it off, you are a son of a gun.
Keep your spunk, chatty, that carries you through,
Some day sometime, I know you will earn what is due!