Given to Be Given
It puts nothing in my pocket
Not a thing upon my plate
No, I cannot hold on to it
To use at a later date
With it, still my wallet’s lacking
My cup? Empty does remain
I could write of it for ever
Yet my words wash down the drain.
It’s nothing I can hold on to
It’s everything as well
Each day, each second it is new
A miracle to tell
It seems to journey off, I panic
When will it return?
It’s always there to open up my eyes
So my heart learns
My tries to hold onto it
Are a certainty to sink
A boat made out of cardboard
Quickly sucked down in the drink
It’s given to be given
It’s shared so I can share
The vessel that can store it
I’ve not seen it anywhere.
c2014 Mike Tauser
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