Forgotten Gifts
By Mangone
- 1926 reads
While many sit and moan a lot
Repeating some ancient tale
So self absorbed their suffering
Makes every effort fail.
They should travel around a bit
Maybe get a sense of scale
Notice those who suffer most
Are quite oft’ the last to wail.
For the world is full of suffering
starvation, old age and pain
People who have nothing but...
To whom can they complain?
Tired, frail old people, silent,
sit in the market mud…
Toothless, childless, friendless
No regard for bad or good...
Just another day -
To try to find some way…
A hope the kind will give
So they may eat and drink to live!
The rich avoid the begging eyes
Their hearts too cold to care.
Complaining to each other that
the poor should not be there.
Handing ‘round the cigars
Passing around the booze
Moaning about the economy
And what they have to lose.
They have parcelled up the world
And given it to themselves
Making entertainers out of wizards
And monsters out of elves.
Now at last it’s dawning
That they might have gone too far
Yet still the trees are falling
To produce a greener car
Whatever you get there’s better
However new - it’s old
Greed becomes the salesman
And soon your soul is sold.
So appreciate the good things
The blessings that you’ve got
All the things that come for free
The gifts that you forgot.
Sight and sound, taste and touch
Sunshine, health and love.
Life is full of wondrous gifts
And the best come from above.
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A wonderful message,
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I didn't notice it being
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I liked this poem very much
keiko
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Well, I don't find anything
keiko
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