Birthday Aspirations

A gift box filled with immense wonders,

Has been given to the individual

Person who will unwrap

The inner most of the golden

Wrapping paper and peer inside

The gift that lays within,

The frames of no cardboard box

Because such a priceless,

Heirloom is not sold in

Any store of recognition.

Yet, a gift has been

Given to the gift-taker,

Who must now choose

To take the contents

That come with the gift,

Of luming acceptance,

Or return the gift

To the gift-giver,

Different for all those involved,

To the store that no one can see.

Such a decision,

Has to be made by

The person,

Who never figured

Their self to be

Gift-wrapped in liquid,

To the world,

That may never see

Its value, but only to some.

Yet, the taker must decide

To take up the warranty

Of the product,

With all its magnificence

Or kinks

Or return all the knowing

To the store,

Without regard to any

Sense of future purchase,

By the gift rejecter,

That didn't want to challenge the problems

Of the warranty

That came with their existence.

age 19 Jan. 1998

Copyright Wendy Torres 2000

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