The Gift

In my world I often wondered
If gifts so given mattered
Did it help someone survive?
Could it cure the mentally shattered?

I often thought of values
What did they truly convey?
Objective slices of jargon
Societal decay

Throughout the days I lost all hope
Saw little to be thankful
Cried my tears to sleep
Betrayed by all those faithful

Does it pay to hold a hand?

In my world wounds never healed
No remedy for the sorrow
Colorless drawings to an endless easel
Painted on tomorrows

Never knew how to provide
Homeless in my heart
Could not lift the spirits around me
Others better when apart

I could not make a difference
I would not make the change
So I coddle the gift I am given
A writer’s loveless exchange

Does it pay to call life grand?

awesome write uncle glenn :)

Very nice bit! Thanks!

beautifully written as usual Glen

I had a thought when I saw your picture on here today and I wondered how long it had been since I had seen something of yours on here... A long time I guess as I didn't even see this one originally but it is amazing!!


Since we haven't heard from you in ages I thought it would be nice to bring back a taste of you through something a bit older.


Just as amazing then as you are now!!!

Been a long time GC. Very good write!

Thank you my friend.

Wow I can feel the pain...very well done..

This one brings back memories...thank you all. Thank you Vicki.

No thanks needed Glen, just my way of saying I remember and appreciate you and your talent.

Intense and moving...

Peaceful day and evening