Gifting
Your birthday is here and I ponder
Just what sort of gift to give you.
We live on different levels
And don’t share the same point of view.
About you the thing that attracts me
You haven’t the slightest of clues.
Your stocks may well triple in value,
But the best thing that you own is you.
Wealth’s a selfish and seductive power
But robs us of love in the end.
While saving up great stores of money
It’s your time you most wastefully spend.
So what sort of gift for a female
Bedecked in her diamonds and furs?
Who lies in her bed every morning,
Surrounded by treasures d’ jour.
I’ve always been partial to flowers.
I don’t me the store bought kind.
I’m sure that you’ll get those from others.
This bouquets a gift from my mind.
