Precious Gifts Poem by Tommy R. Wigington
Precious Gifts
As I grow old, I try and see.
The precious gifts, God gives to me.
For in the past, I was so wrong.
And did not see, until they were gone.
The wonderful gifts, that I could not see.
Then were my neighbors, next door to me.
I miss them now, and for them long.
Many of which now, have long since gone.
As I look back and am wondering now.
How did God's gifts escape me somehow.
As I look back I was one of those a lot of times that didn't appreciate what was right in front of me until it was gone. This poem reflects on this. At that point in time I was too dumb to see good things right before my eyes. We live and learn, hopefully I will be able to see this from now on and cherish the moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 1:37:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
important to appreciate what is closest at hand- convenience