The gift card Like 0 Twitter Owen Tilley Follow July 12, 2016, 11:40 a.m. in Creative Views: 731 Like us on facebook The gift card said not what I meant – Hard to emphasize A child born this day in Lent – Parents’ newborn alibi What’s lost is handed back to he – Despair replaced with what amazes Life events served up unknowingly In many unknown places What’s yet to come – What’s been and gone – What has one to look forward to? What happened to that well-known smile? Lost between the mazes Come join us – bestow joy upon A place of brevity, in essence A place resolved to virtue With he within her presence I’ve seen illusion pass me by – I’ve seen it gather dust In times of yore, another world Controlled what now, upon us, Has been thrust Yet have we seen the best of it? In present time we travel To see what lay before our eye If not – untie, unstitch, unravel Untangle me and shy away To a place of enhanced thought And build upon philosophy Articulating what one ought to In articulation, cry aloud; ‘Behold the joy of life – Forget despair, illusion, brevity – Bring child in, to a day, Otherwise contrite For to affect the life of one Espouses trust in all A life unchanged is a life untouched Ne’er to run, e’er, always, to crawl Ask is it the joy of many? At what is our time better spent? Parents share a newborn alibi – Their child, born in Lent. Published by Owen Tilley Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Related Article Creative Busy Creative Back To School Faculty BINGO! Creative Why There is No Better Gift Than a Stunning Assortment of Beautiful Flowers!