Indebted to credit,
Beliefs claimed faithfully seldom kept to keep.
Shopaholics crowding enormous malls.
Looking through duplications of imitations made.
With a seeking to find something special,
For someone to gift.
And hoping they appreciate,
The price paid for it.
"Merry Christmas.
Happy Hanukkah and Kwanzaa too! "
-Ooohhh.
How nice and thoughtful.
But you didn't have to...-
"I felt it a must.
You knew my feelings for you."
-But...
You didn't have to...
Leave the price tag on it.
Did you? -
"Oh. That?
My bad.
I totally forgotten how much I paid for it."
-Yeah?
Then why is it taped inside the box.
With bold and blackened arrows,
Pointing right to it! -
"I just wanted you to notice,
How much you mean to me, that's all.
It's the gift.
And not the price of it.
Keep that in your thoughts.
As I will.
For the rest of my indebted life."
-I am thrilled beyond belief.-
"Well,
We'll see how long that thrill stays.
Before it's gone."
-Who knew.
I enjoy B.B.King too! -
"B.B...who? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem