Gods' Gift

The gift of the right time,
for each has a moment and place
The gift of the look of Love
on your Lovers face
Any time will do,
for now is the season
The daffodils are golden
with splendour and reason
Continuing the cycle of death and rebirth
For even common things
have their worth
The commoner become Princess
and put on Royal dress
For the pauper has his rags
And the Prince takes in his hags
If all were equal there would be no vice
If all were good and softly spoken and nice
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