It’s All About Them (A holiday rant)
Insensate stones, devoid of feeling.
They don’t acknowledge the gifts.
Neither wisdom nor material goods
penetrate their shallow world,
gratitude a foreign tongue, so
much gobbledygook to suffer;
so much bother to reply with courteous
give and take, a simple thank you,
a small gift or a peacock feather.
Expectation without reciprocation,
without mutual interaction crushes
the spirit’s civility, the spirit of love.
Caring is sharing, living is giving-
the letting go of the “I”, the self;
freeing the caged bird within.
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