Wrapping

I consider this one of my best poems

First he made the present,
or the soul to some. Then he created the near-perfect
box, or body; human, he called it. Then, to make this
wondrous gift worth giving, he wrapped it, but all the
gifts weren't wrapped the same. Some were black,
some white, some tall, some small, some slim,
some with rims, but all in all, this gift was still
the same within.

At the end some pretend,
that the wrapping.....
was the gift.


Dedicated to the truth
9-28-95
Written By Jay Spaan
© www.jayspaan.com

Author's Note

This is by far one of my fav's