Thank You Sir by Chrissy Engstrom

THANK YOU SIR
by Chrissy Engstrom

You hug me when I'm down...
You kiss me when I'm wounded...
And touch me oh so gingerly
at just the right times...

...Thank-you Sir.
...For what?
...For caring.
...But caring deserves no thanks.
...But it does.

Sometimes I'm so alone.
Sometimes not a single soul
gives a shit.

Thank-you Sir.

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