Man's Gift
It can travel upward and inward or downward and outward
Once bestowed this gift, man must decide whether to go forward or backward
Whether to go back or forth, many men will never ponder or know to ask
And maybe, just maybe, if they do know, they also know it may be a Sisyphean task
Nevertheless, the gift whether used or abused, is real
It is evident in how man looks, acts, and feels.
Santa with his ruby-red cheeks and robust waistline sliding down the chimney
With his claustrum bag, he's jolly and bearing gifts of plenty
But not just on the 25th of December
Santa delivers all year in the Hope that man will know and remember
Yes!
It gives and it keeps on giving whether acknowledged or appreciated
But oh, too often it's not so it's foolishly deleted
Man's gift, the sweet essence of life that sustains
Handsomely, it rewards but only if he retains
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