GIFTS ARE FOREVER
I sat and watched a child on Christmas Day
Happy and eagerly opening his presents
Expressing glee at each shiny new toy
Before it was replaced by the next bright box
No time was taken nor given in appreciation
As he moved on searching for the next present
Slowly my mind began to wander
I thought how like that child I had become
How I have been given many gifts
How I have enjoy those gifts
Yet often pushed them aside
For something shiny and new
Then and there a choice was made
I would enjoy each of my many gifts
The gift of each new day
The gift of my health
The gift of friends and family
The gift of laughter
The gift of love
The gifts that are yet to come
You see my friends presents
Well they may come and go
But our gifts are ours to grow
Forever and ever and ever...
dmr 2/09
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