Today I donated something bright red,
not from my purse, but my arm that bled.
An hour of my time, a blood filled pouch,
It doesn’t hurt, I didn’t say ouch.
The nurses are kind, they pour you a tea,
they even offered a biscuit to me.
I relaxed in the chair, the needle went in,
my donation of blood, was about to begin.
All I done, was sat back and felt calm,
knowing 3 people, could be saved by my arm.
More could donate, but choose not to give,
if only they knew, they could help someone live?