In Giving Up Ye Gain

An apple's beautiful and red And gains what it readily gives, Ready is it red shade to shed, It's in giving that one receives. If a man with myriad gifts is blest, Good if a few things to him are denied, No good if things in a storehouse are plied, Nature cherishes giving its rich chest. Man's blest every moment with choice: To grumble, greedily complain, Or grateful feel for gifted joys, The bounty's all free— sun or rain. Tainted, suffused with selfish thought, Cleaving and cloyed seldom love is If it can breathe and fly freely not, Love clutches not, knows to release. The world fleeting shall always pass As moves on a passing season, As grey clouds come to kiss green grass, And green turns grey under hot sun. Pray change, give up and give O man, Learn to let Nature's bequeathed joys, A child grows to give up her toys, If only attitude change you can. It's hard to give up as one knows, So platitudes be all he pens, And sermons heretofore he fans, He shares, silent who shares— like rose. So be an apple to be red, Ready the very red to shed, He only gets, ready that gives, It's in giving that one receives. ____________________________________ _______ Musings | 07.10.11 |