The Gift



THE GIFT

A special gift has been given to me
which helps me look where I once used to see.
My eyes now question that once took for granted
though seeds of contentment are firmly planted.
after all these years the pleasure I found
when I actually saw what lay around
as my body grew old my vision got greater
that impeding darkness can wait till later

I wander around this people’s palace
quietly reflecting on childhood malice
I find myself back at the now grown trees
I once stripped of bark forgive me please
I watch the birds in all their glory
that remind me of that children’s story
for like Cock Robin with my bow and arrow
I went hunting for that little sparrow

Even the humble pigeon I caught in a snare
I ask forgiveness by my constant stare
those little fishes we dragged from the pond
and took them in jam jars to their life beyond
the frogs the tadpoles and that ugly old toad
we caught in fishnets by the bucket load
I have never seen that ugly toad since
he now resembles a handsome young prince

I continue my quest of looking around
and stoop to look at holes in the ground
I find myself in graveyards reading stones
that dutifully guard a hole full of bones
I gaze at the stars in the sky at night
and write my poetry in a different light
I search for rainbows but not for their gold
I have found greater treasures in growing old

I’m the most fortunate you’re likely to meet
the sun always shines on my side of the street
I’m blessed with an ability to construct a rhyme
and can remember vividly far back in time
I can see opportunities where others don’t
and venture out where others won’t
I know no boundaries in my vibrant dreams
but that special gift is not what it seems

So what about this gift what can it be
that is so precious and was given to me
it was a gift of ability to see and do
the persistence and courage to see it through
the gift you possess will be totally wasted
if the fruits of your labour are never tasted
do not squander what you have been given
and you will walk tall as you enter heaven

And when that darkness finally descends
I will look forward to seeing old friends
I will thank God for the life I have lived
and also thank him for that special gift
I’m sure he’ll be pleased in what I’ve done
and welcome home this grateful son
I have achieved what I set out to do
this is my gift and I gift it to you.

About this poem

I believe I have been gifted with so many things but my most important gift is what? I will let the reader decide.

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Written on January 01, 2000

Submitted by Davyreilly on April 10, 2024

2:20 min read
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Quick analysis:

Scheme AABBCCDD EEFFAAGG HHIIJJKK CCLLMMNN OOPPBXQQ AARRBBSS TTXXSSRR
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 2,376
Words 468
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8

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17 Comments
  • conwayjonathan09
    Amazing
    LikeReply4 days ago
  • grs5757
    this is of the gift of courage! Not to be afraid but greatful for the gifts given to your life
    LikeReply6 days ago
  • jerrywlawrence2666
    A Masterwork Worthy Of All Genuine Compliment. The Grandness Ov Aging Is The Blessing We All Wish 2 Eventually Realize.
    LikeReply9 days ago
  • Shaffina
    Very beautiful , great job sir
    LikeReply11 days ago
  • Kixy
    I really enjoyed this. You're someone I'd enjoy studying under.
    LikeReply12 days ago
    • Davyreilly
      wow. What a compliment thank you.
      LikeReply12 days ago
  • jerrywlawrence2666
    Certified Gold, Fellow Poet. A Monolithic Masterpiece.
    LikeReply12 days ago
  • Kfoxy1411
    The perspective you have on life is grand. I love the way this poem reads and keeps pulling you in. Thank you for sharing
    LikeReply13 days ago
  • heathert.34240
    Beautiful rhymes and appreciation, positive and soothing to read, thank you for sharing
    LikeReply13 days ago
  • karlcfolkes
    Becoming refreshed while growing old by being gifted with a new perspective on life. Full of discernment. Thank you.
    LikeReply14 days ago
  • Oceanloveisland
    Your poem is a gift. It feels soothing to read your words. Anyone daring to live is a gift to all of us. The whole point the Gods made reality is to experience everything at the pace we are willing to discover it. Connection is key. Thank you for sharing a piece of your soul with us. 
    LikeReply16 days ago
  • Lacey,J
    thank u for sharing
    LikeReply16 days ago
  • RonaldBunch
    I relate to this poem and I've been given more clarity as a writer in my older age. Great writing.
    LikeReply16 days ago
  • ChrisMorganroth
    wow, thunderous applause. love this!
    LikeReply16 days ago
  • Abbykesington
    This is a beautiful poem. The picture of your juvenile activities were so vivid I time traveled along with you.
    Not so many are fortunate to recognize their gifts and work towards bringing out their potentials.
    You have had a lifetime of "seeing opportunities where others don't and venture out where others wont."
    Very inspiring....
     
    LikeReply17 days ago
  • jn.selvadurai
    A beautifully crafted verses. Wisdom and understanding of life comes with time and maturity. Conveys a positive and contented reflection of life. This was my second choice. From my memory though.. It was the liite sparrow that hunted Jack Robin. 
    LikeReply 117 days ago
    • Davyreilly
      hi Jn your right that should have said. Paradoxically to who killed cock robin. I went after the sparrow. Lol
      LikeReply17 days ago
  • AIDA
    Wow, what a beautiful and heartfelt poem! "The Gift" truly captures the importance of appreciating the beauty in everyday life and the wisdom that comes with age. The imagery and emotions conveyed in the poem are truly powerful and resonate deeply with the reader.

    One suggestion for improvement would be to work on the flow and structure of the poem. Some lines feel a bit disconnected or abrupt, so consider revising to ensure a smoother transition between verses. Additionally, adding a consistent rhyme scheme could enhance the overall cohesiveness of the poem.

    Overall, this poem is a wonderful reminder to cherish life's blessings and make the most of the gifts we are given. Keep writing and sharing your unique voice with the world!
     
    LikeReply29 days ago
  • one.ournewecho
    I chose this poem because the writer took me on a journey of the common humanity of the individuals stages of life. So many emotions arose within me as I read each stanza- sometimes joy other times shame and fear but mostly importantly - gratitude for this shared human experience. Well done! 
    LikeReply 11 month ago

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