The Goldsmith

THE GOLDSMITH 

Treasure in the box 

Precious as it looks 

One day it was handed 

Received with gratefulness

 Carefully was kept 

Proudly shown to others 

Excitedly it's worn 

But wait a minute!

Said the goldsmith 

"I'm glad how you adored it,

 But would you mind if I'll check it?" 

"Sure, you can, go ahead" 

So it was tested 

To the fire it was placed 

"Oh, no doubt it's true."

 The owner confidently uttered 

Yet when it began to melt 

Eventually the color changes

 "I'm so sorry it's fake." 

Sadly the goldsmith said 

"Oh, don't be sorry, 

I'm glad, you came! 

Whether fake or real 

It doesn't really matter 

For what matters most 

Not the thing but the giver. 

"Who gave it to you?" 

Asked the goldsmith 

"Actually, I really don't know, 

But I'm still happy, I'd received it.

 It's not about the gift, 

But the purpose of it." 

Then, there was silence. 

"Come, I'll show you something." 

Said the goldsmith 

"I want you to have it. 

It's pure and genuine, 

I know it is, 

For I'm the one who made it. 

You deserve to have this, 

For I am sure now, 

That you will value Me, 

More than the gift."