Some People Are A Gift To The World

Some people are a gift to the world. 'But these they're ghouls.' Who knows what's best and often, it's to fill their own coffer's war chest or-simply to be mean, bemoans and say theirs-is a higher purpose for all, and is the greater good. Let's isolate him and her and demonise them, what use are they to us now we've got what we want? Some people are a gift to the world and are only spoken of with affection after they shuffle off this mortal coil. They might not have a feather-light-touch, but doesn't mean we should miss-quote them; turn them into monster cave-dwelling wyverns, just-so-we-can pokes them with a long-pointed stick. Some people are a gift to the world but are left behind like used-up wrapping paper taken for all they've got and then discarded. They're - superfluous for purpose, for usage once their-purse has been emptied and their will's inheritances are manipulated and their properties and homes are disrespected. Some people are a gift to the world but it isn't always noticed. Because of the rat race therein, it just trundles on. There's a momentum that can't be slowed and if you're a soft touch and won't-be-told you'll end up sold down the river not paned gold but the discards of old sediment.