Perfect Gift - A Sonnet
No one
got a perfect gift he ever wanted;
That it
soon pinned up as a gift 'unwanted'.
Nobody
had a perfect spouse that they dreamt;
They gradually caged up to a sheer showpiece!
No one
ever was happy what he had
That he
envied what neighbor lad had
Greedy
thoughts burnt the little lad sad
That he
lost his time to enjoy what he had
The real
gift was brass 'talent' each one hid
that
they shied to open; failed to polish
when
they unwrapped their gift pack
the copper
was out and the zinc in smack.
No one had the gift that he desired hard
He blocked it inside before it surfaced out.
"Don't be shy of showing off your talentDon’t be at sea at the time of turbulence"
Adwin Kris..
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