When there are so many flowers bloom,
I always want to look at the thorns,
And the pain which spring out tears,
When there are so many boxes of gifts,
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An ungrateful person does not appreciate or see the lovely gifts and flowers bloom. Yet you, yourself do. We all have a hand of greed. My heart reaches out to you. I thank You
A great poem, sometimes the pain that life can throw at us can make us ungrateful for better things in life.