Wise men tell us life is a gift <br />A gift to be held in the highest regard, something to cherish <br />and be truly thankful for <br /> <br />love is also a gift. A gift like no other <br />It can be given and received, shown and felt <br />It can be grown, and flourish <br />But it can also perish, like a flower that gets no sunshine or rain <br /> <br />I was given life, than I won a second chance at a longer life, <br />so that I might find a special flower..a gift <br /> <br />I did find such a flower, beautiful, radiant like none I've seen before or since <br />I was so proud of this treasure I'd found, I showed it off to everyone I met <br /> <br />But soon I took this exquisite flower for granted, and carelessly put it in my pocket to keep it safe <br />But there it could no longer get the sunshine and rain it needed to survive <br /> <br />And when I took it out to hold and admire once again, sadly it had died, dried up, and it slipped through my fingers, <br />then blew away in the wind..gone was my gift <br /> <br />(2012)<br /><br />Michael Ernst<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gift-31/
