I am looking for it in the drawers, <br />Of bank and home to discover, <br />Where I have lost it to take to the future, <br />I know I have lost it somewhere. <br /> <br />When my eyes are down looking at my CV, <br />As decorative as the corals and pearls gravy, <br />Delicious to the eyes of the vie wee, <br />But I have lost something in my reverie. <br /> <br />It is abundant in those things that are free, <br />Which I have failed to obtain and give as freebie, <br />The free good niceties from the world library, <br />The book of money is picked as the sole commodity. <br /> <br />What I have lost is stored tight in my heart, <br />When I priced open it to reveal to your heart, <br />The free smile, the free listening ears and the free, <br />Councilors in every man and woman as friends well as foes. <br /> <br />What we get free, that give us happy, <br />The free sunshine never asks for dowry, <br />To drench our bodies to soak with sweat, <br />Our true happiness lie in the things that has no tags. <br /> <br />The things that are yet to be tagged, <br />put on the show to display for profits, <br />The things that are free give us happiness, <br />The things that are simple that give us good memories.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-doesn-t-have-the-tag-completely-free/
