GIFTS
GIFTS
Things that make you
Stop and smile
Focus and pause
A little while
What captures your eye
And makes you look
What grabs your soul
And sets the hook
Passions we have
We can’t ignore
To what we’re driven
We must explore
Chef in the kitchen
Begins to cook
Feels like the bishop
That got the rook
A builder steps back
Admires the house
Proud as a cat
That caught the mouse
The musician plays
And performs the song
To which the crowds
Sing along
We all have gifts
It’s only fair
They benefit others
And we must share
Some are inherent
Others unique
Most take work
To hone technique
We live our lives
The way we must
It’s vital our compass
Collects no dust
Steven McDonald
Framingham , United States Of America
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone