A boy I once was knew,
Presented to me a gift.
One full of darkness and sorrow.
Wrapped with a pretty trim,
And covered in a neat artificial bow.
A gift of such profound sadness,
That I wouldn’t be able to recognize,
Or fully comprehend,
Until much later years in my life…
What laid inside was death.
With tissue paper covered all around.
Layered in such a profound meaning of,
“That this too, shall pass.”