The many things I bought and gave ones loved
Were not so well received with gratitude;
My gifts of surprise kept their hearts unmoved,
And I couldn't understand their attitude.
Most people's sense of values has diminished;
No more are gifts adored by anyone;
The giver too is freely admonished;
Who cares about the stars or moon or sun?
God gives us many things through nature's hands;
Delays are met with grumbling anger fast;
Yet, man is cause of season's change in lands;
His science looks flimsy turning things aghast.
The God of love bestows such lovely things;
But man on earth just plaintive songs still sings.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-08-2014
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