Wisdom Tells Me

Wisdom tells me I may be the most precious gift of all, That I am charged with keeping in pristine condition, As one never knows when I need to be handed to another, To make their day. If rejected by the recipient I should be careful not to knock myself about, Or immerse myself in cold water, And always stay true to my function and form, As I am a gift that needs to be presented many times, For many different reasons. I must be listening to some degree, As I have outlived a number of other gifts, And my wrapping is still intact, Though I may not be making quite as many people's day as I used to.