There are gifts of many treasures,
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets,
To great boxes filled with gold.
But, put them all together,
And they could not stand in lieu,
Of the greatest gift of all,
The gift of knowing you
When your times are filled with troubles,
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on,
Just aren't turning out.
Just turn and look behind you,
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through the shadows
And reach out for my hand.
I will lift from you your burden,
And cry for you your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows,
Though it may be for a thousand years.
For in the end I would be happy,
To have helped you start anew,
It's a small price to pay,
For the gift of knowing you.
Was it really?
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets,
To great boxes filled with gold.
But, put them all together,
And they could not stand in lieu,
Of the greatest gift of all,
The gift of knowing you
When your times are filled with troubles,
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on,
Just aren't turning out.
Just turn and look behind you,
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through the shadows
And reach out for my hand.
I will lift from you your burden,
And cry for you your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows,
Though it may be for a thousand years.
For in the end I would be happy,
To have helped you start anew,
It's a small price to pay,
For the gift of knowing you.
Was it really?
1 comment:
That's a lovely poem. I'm sure there's a gift in knowing each of the people in our life, whether it comes across as a positive or negative experience.
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