What Precious Gift

What Precious Gift

What precious gift cannot be sent,
A cup poured gets fuller still;
A golden coin that is never spent,
A space you cannot fill.

A lack of which will weigh you down,
Lead boots of nothing there;
A flood in which you cannot drown,
A game where all is fair.

If ever you should come to find
This gift no more received;
The remedy should come to mind,
Then happiness achieved.

Don’t bother counting what you get,
Such gold but fools can measure;
The test of time that wins the bet,
What you give will be your treasure.

© 2011 Jack Thompson



Jack Thompson is an international bestselling author finding voices in many genres. In addition to his popular Raja Williams mystery series, Jack writes science fiction, political thrillers, paranormal romance, children’s stories and fairy tales.

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