My Gift Of Poems To You Poem by Godfrey AnguaMante

I do not have what riches give
Or gold or beauty as you will all perceive
What I have that’ll make you believe
Is my gift of poems to you
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I cannot sing to offer relief
When along comes your grief
I cannot lie nor sound naïve
With this gift of poems to you
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It may not be, what shepherds give
Or a gift of rib to eve
It’s forever pure and never deceive
This gift of poems to you
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I have it here in lines unread
I wrote it all in red
I give it all before I’m dead
My gift of poems to you.
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I know my words intact
Can cheer the lonely heart
A line or two will do
From my gift of poems to you.