The Gift of Time
Sometimes the best gift one can give
is the precious gem of human time.
An empty soul haunts the weary world,
searching for the kind voice of human rhyme.
The priceless treasure of listening ears
is valued by each member of the human race.
As people drift through nameless crowds,
tired eyes scan for a caring human face.
A warm golden smile or a kindly spoken word
is worth more than the fake song of gold.
Sometimes problems can be cured
just by having a human hand to hold.
This rare gift of human time
changes a piece of mortal life.
The inner glow of pure human love
keeps away the fire of worldly strife.
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