8 January 2013
*In a man's perspective, just saying.*
It started on a day, Sun beating down on me, When I received a little gift, An elephant of ebony.
The tinkling of the bells, On the tassels so red, Granted me one wish, Like to never be dead.
And the elephant smiled up at me, With it's little shiny eyes, It's trunk lifted joyously, But then it I began to despise.
What life could I live, If I would stay forever, Or have all the money in the world, And live happily, never.
If I wished for, Never ending days, I would grow old and weary, With my aging eyes in a haze.
And if I asked for youth, All of my life, I wouldn't be able to grow old, With my loving wife.
And for all the money in the world, I would become unhappy and greedy, And I would look down on those poor, And not give to the needy.
So I took one last look at the elephant, Then threw it away in disgust, Because why would I need riches? When I had family, love, and trust.
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Ebony Elephant • Opuss № I