My Gift to You
So many times, I've placed my rhymes
upon the window sill
to cool and gel, to cast a spell,
my expectations fill.
And when they're done, I sample one,
to test what lies inside.
I roll it round, is it profound?
Have I in some way lied?
If, later on, conclusion drawn,
the taste seems good and true,
the ones still there I'm glad to share,
a gift, my friend, to you.