some like it differently

i gave him a song
he said thank you kindly
and then gave it to someone else
i gave him a smile
he treasured it for half a minute
then bent to collect from the rest
i gave him a verse
he wrote a poem of yore
and won a prize to hang on his wall
i gave him my back
he painted a picture
and flayed the skin for his wall of fame
i walked away
he cried for a day
then saved his tears for somebody else to dry
i figured then
some like it differently
no matter how much it hurts.