The Season Of Joyful Giving Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why would anyone expect a thief,
Accustomed and raised by other thieves to greed...
Should have a sudden change of heart.
With an acknowledgement felt deeply of their misdeeds...
To overnight see a light brightly as upon them it beamed.
Just because it happens to be the season of joyful giving.

Especially when all through the year witnessed,
And those many years that have come to pass...
All those who have fed their needs selfishly,
As if weeds let loose on lush green grass...
Have done nothing but to show an ability,
To feast exclusively as if born to rehearse from birth to do it.