God created a gift
Maybe not for me
But he created a gift
And placed it under a tree
And they say, “no it’s not for me “
But in my mind I see my name
As bright as can be
And I war with myself because I know what’s inside
But I’m to old to not understand
And to young to decide
God created a gift
May be not for me
But it is specially wrapped
And heavy as can be
If shook it, it wouldn’t move
If I beat it, it wouldn’t lose
If I tear it, it would find it’s own pieces
And when you open it’s heart would leave you speechless
God created a gift
Maybe not for me
But one day I’m going to open it
And proudly show it to the people around me
And block out their comments
And hear my happiness
God created a gift
Out of a rib of sadness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem