Analysis of The Gift
A special gift has been given to me
which helps me look where I once used to see.
My eyes now question that once took for granted
though seeds of contentment are firmly planted.
after all these years the pleasure I found
when I actually saw what lay around
as my body grew old my vision got greater
that impeding darkness can wait till later
I wander around this people’s palace
quietly reflecting on childhood malice
I find myself back at the now grown trees
I once stripped of bark forgive me please
I watch the birds in all their glory
that remind me of that children’s story
for like Cock Robin with my bow and arrow
I went hunting for that little sparrow
Even the humble pigeon I caught in a snare
I ask forgiveness by my constant stare
those little fishes we dragged from the pond
and took them in jam jars to their life beyond
the frogs the tadpoles and that ugly old toad
we caught in fishnets by the bucket load
I have never seen that ugly toad since
he now resembles a handsome young prince
I continue my quest of looking around
and stoop to look at holes in the ground
I find myself in graveyards reading stones
that dutifully guard a hole full of bones
I gaze at the stars in the sky at night
and write my poetry in a different light
I search for rainbows but not for their gold
I have found greater treasures in growing old
I’m the most fortunate you’re likely to meet
the sun always shines on my side of the street
I’m blessed with an ability to construct a rhyme
and can remember vividly far back in time
I can see opportunities where others don’t
and venture out where others won’t
I know no boundaries in my vibrant dreams
but that special gift is not what it seems
So what about this gift what can it be
that is so precious and was given to me
it was a gift of ability to see and do
the persistence and courage to see it through
the gift you possess will be totally wasted
if the fruits of your labour are never tasted
do not squander what you have been given
and you will walk tall as you enter heaven
And when that darkness finally descends
I will look forward to seeing old friends
I will thank God for the life I have lived
and also thank him for that special gift
I’m sure he’ll be pleased in what I’ve done
and welcome home this grateful son
I have achieved what I set out to do
this is my gift and I gift it to you.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0101111011 1111111111 11110111110 11101011010 1011101011 1110011101 111011110110 10101011110 1100111010 1000101110 111110111 111110111 110101110 1011111010 11110111010 1110111010 100101011001 1101011101 1101011101 01101111101 0101011011 110110101 1110111011 1101001011 10101111001 011111001 11101101 11000101111 1110100111 011100001001 111111111 11110100101 10110011011 0111111101 1111010010101 010101001101 11101001101 01011101 11110001101 1110111111 1101111111 11110011011 1101101001101 00100101111 011011110010 10111111010 1110111110 01111111010 0111010001 1111011011 1111101111 0101111101 111110111 01011101 1101111111 1111011111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 2,376 |
Words | 468 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 |
Lines Amount | 56 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 267 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
About this poem
I believe I have been gifted with so many things but my most important gift is what? I will let the reader decide.
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