The Baby in the Manger
I see all those vibrant colors
Of the many beautiful decors
I taste all those sumptuous flavors
As I ate our dinner's main course
They were glad when they opened
The expensive gifts I gave them
I was ecstatic when I opened
The things they gave me as presents
But something deep within
Was peculiarly missing
I wonder what might be that thing
If I have everything
All the extravagance, the excesses
All the exuberance, the decadence
But it seems as though
All these are nonsense
For a void is still felt
Like a dark hollow thing
That needs to be dealt
For its echoes are deafening
I asked myself
What do I need to know?
Or to do or to imbibe?
For happiness to overflow
What do I need to uncover?
What answer am I looking for?
And then I remember
The baby in the manger
Out of humility and love
He came here on earth
From the heavens above
Through a simple rebirth
No extravagance, no excess
No exuberance, no decadence
But it all so certainly
Made a lot of sense
It was plain, simple
But it all began
The most awaited day of the year
And now, I understand
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