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A Gift

When we give gifts freely to others, it often seems that they aren't truly appreciative. Perhaps our giving is really equally as important to our own personal serenity.,

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Date:

06 August 2006

Author:

Alan Jacobs

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A Gift

one given
one departed
any friendship could be started
something kind
something mine
a gift to find
a piece of mind
a peace too fine
serenity unknown
distant waves alone
swirling black in night
thoughts drift into fright
darkness has come; everythingG??s numb
blindingly dark and brilliantly dull
hands all tight
grasping for sight
grasping in fright
senses hammered
feelings clamor
with just a glimpse of glamour
seconds fly as time ticks by
dates to come
and feelings not punned
a joke for fun
a break of tongue
a flicker now
just undone
everything is to shun
not a thought and not a care
with this there's nothing there
it's not a gift
and it's just not fair
screams of despair
shattering there
thoughts are gone
conscienceG??s clear
everything seems so queer
life goes on for simple pawns
and still I pray
for the day when thereG??s
more than one mind that matters
a gift I gave
a gift much sadder
only you seem
much gladder.

-Alan Jacobs -

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