A Gift Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

Before the spark of imagination
strikes the wallet of emotion
I ask what treasure would be charmed?

Something of use?
Or something of glitter?
Something that shines in the night?

Will it be welcomed
or cherished,
will it be tossed aside?

Will the thought and agony
of the search
be understood or dismissed?

In the end, it's not the things
we can touch
they are simply
of the moment.

So, all I can give
when stripped of vanity
is a bucket full of joy

By knowing you.


E.S. Donald