The Gift

I gave a gift, he took it, and then he set it aside. Maybe it is too narrow, or maybe it is too wide. The flu is going around, so maybe his voice is hoarse. Maybe it needs a bow. Then he'd know it's a gift, of course. Perhaps he doesn't like it. Then I'd give it to another. I was hoping for a smile. He doesn't even bother. If I had found a bow, I could attach it with some glue. And if it looked real pretty, maybe he could say "Thank you".