Wrapping Paper

Wrapping Paper

With a click of a switch or plugs that are pulled,

We bid a fond farewell to the excitement enjoyed.

Boxes ripped open, paper torn, and ribbons discarded,

Revealed our devotion to things, not the downhearted.

It is true we cannot save or help everyone,

Those who sit in silence waiting for something to come.

What’s left is a coin, a smile, and a warm gesture perhaps,

Maybe an offering of used coats, sweaters, or caps.

Is it for me to judge another’s state of affairs,

Or to render some comment a look or a stare?

That’s a good question that many have pondered,

As we think about our expenses and the money squandered.

There’s really no answer to make the explanation clear,

But we will plan for it and repeat it this coming year.

It is within us this need to reciprocate,

To search the aisles for whatever it takes.

But if the truth be known by those who depend,

On trinkets, bobbles, rings, and things with an end,

It’s the gifts that we don’t see, hearts filled with love,

That holds the secrets within us that are from above.

For to give of oneself costs nothing at all,

No money spent, only time for a hug or to make a call.

It is in this moment of connecting we will find,

The true meaning of giving is just being kind.

By: Dan R. Fowler

For: Astrid