The Gift
Big or small, short or tall, gifted are all
Who often complain even in Spring or Fall
That only they are not fortunate
To be like the ones that are in such a state.
A tiny bird in the wild world far away
Tweets by itself gleefully all day.
It is gifted to fill the still and fragrant air
With its sweet notes of joy everywhere.
Grateful shall we be for the gift,
Seldom should we allow our mind to drift
From being blissful to being remorseful.
Thus we shall ever be cheerful.
Big or small, short or tall, gifted are all
To make a mark before we fall.
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17 Sep. 23
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