The Gift 4-5-06
One day as I was walkingI met a man who gave me a gift
He handed me a plain wooden box
As he did he told me that inside I would find
all that I could ever truly want or need
I bowed and thanked him for his kindness
After he had gone I chanced to peek inside
to my astonishment the box was empty
I sat in the shade under a tree
and thought about this for quite some time
and as I did
I looked about myself
Ever so slowly
I realized that the man was truly wise beyond measure
and he had indeed given me a most precious gift.
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