I heard this said. <br />As I sat to be dismissed: <br />'I make my own decisions. <br />Decisions I make as my own life is lived, <br />There is no one I need to discuss this with.' <br /> <br />I heard this said, <br />As my ambitions were ignored: <br />'I don't know why you crave, <br />To be independent and establish your own business. <br />When other options you should explore.' <br /> <br />I heard this said, <br />From someone I thought I loved: <br />'I think of you as a friend. <br />Nothing more than that, <br />Could I possibly adore... <br />Or believe between us can begin.' <br /> <br />And one day I heard this from myself. <br />To believe it to repeat it. <br />Like nothing else before I had never deeply felt: <br />'Stop wasting to drop tears. <br />Genuine the gift you are. <br />Genuine your gift is. <br />Get over those who dismiss it. <br />And don't be so willing to give it away. <br />Be patient one day someone will earn it. <br />And love between you two, <br />Will be there to share 'and' forever displayed.' <br /> <br />I heard that said and from within my head: <br />'Genuine the gift you are. <br />Genuine your gift is. <br />If given to anyone freely, <br />Taken for granted it will always be. <br />And... <br />Priceless keep your milk.' <br /> <br />Uh? <br />What? <br />'How priceless is a cow, <br />That gives up milk for free? ' <br />But... <br />I am a bull. <br />At least I see that from my perspective. <br />'I'm applying an analogy here.' <br />Ooooohhh. <br />Oh. <br />I get it.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/genuine-the-gift/
