A poem is a lovely gift
We share with one and all.
But we must bear it's birth alone
And raise it till it is tall.
When mature we send it out
To bless the waiting world;
A social thing with open arms
To cheer some boy or girl.
It often comes to visit us;
The home from which it came.
Oh the blessings start to flow
When you mention just it's name.
It will live in every heart
Of those it chance may meet.
Yes a poem is a lovely gift:
So good, so kind and sweet.
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