A Gift Like Grace

Grace is a gift man's just born with, Like feelings, green eyes, or red hair, Grace is sun you expect every morning, Or rainbow blessed cloudburst that softens day's air. Grace is a girl in a picture That haunts you in ways you just feel, Is the child of a stranger that taunts you Incredibly she seems to serve some ideal. Grace forgives sin you don't know of When cockiness tells you you're fine Though OK with her, world sees no changes You keep taking bites but pretend not to dine! Grace takes folks reeking of garlic No lock on her door! Don't need coin, But what saves her from you is ***** adage, "What fool fancies club that invites him to join?" (1) Long Tooth Jan 16, 2018 Poet's Notes: (1) A famous quote attributed to Groucho Marx, “I sent the club a wire stating, PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER.”