The Gift Poem by John F. McCullagh

To a family that had nothing a wondrous gift was given:
A free home with a garden! they moved in and started living.
There new home had an orchard a stream and a modern well.
Their benefactor, name unknown, gave a paradise to dwell.

It's sad to see that place today, the garden overgrown.
The water scarcely fit to drink, the structure falling down
They picked all the low lying fruit and they befouled their nest.
They thought they were entitled, they forgot they were but guests.

If the benefactor returns one day and sees his former home
He'll weep for Adam's children and be crying all alone.