Miserly Gnome©James Browne. I OWN THE ORIGINAL! YAY!
The Miserly Gnome's Redemption
Mr. Gnome, why can't you see
It's bad to act so miserly
Have you a pain inside, so deep
Or, is it anger that you keep?
Count the blessings you possess
Others manage with much less
Nothing good can come from greed
This forest gives you all you need
Join us in our fairy ring
We'll eat and drink! We'll dance and sing!
A better time can not be had
You'll forget why you were sad!
Come witness the ferocity
Of fairy generosity
Do not fear a healthy start
And open up your vaulted-heart
You can only truly live
When you learn to freely give
For everything comes back to you
The way you really want it to
Okay! I'll try your strange advice
A fairy party might be nice...
When he finally acquiesced
He learned that he was truly blessed
He opened up, he laughed and cried
He found the feelings once denied
He danced a reel and sang with glee
He set his lonely spirit free
He saw the beauty of the land
Was more than gold he had on hand
No silver did he wish to own
With Mother Nature he'd atone.
Once returned to home-sweet-home
He thought it nice to be a gnome
From then on he always cared
What he owned was gladly shared
***
Theo J. van Joolen©2011
It's bad to act so miserly
Have you a pain inside, so deep
Or, is it anger that you keep?
Count the blessings you possess
Others manage with much less
Nothing good can come from greed
This forest gives you all you need
Join us in our fairy ring
We'll eat and drink! We'll dance and sing!
A better time can not be had
You'll forget why you were sad!
Come witness the ferocity
Of fairy generosity
Do not fear a healthy start
And open up your vaulted-heart
You can only truly live
When you learn to freely give
For everything comes back to you
The way you really want it to
Okay! I'll try your strange advice
A fairy party might be nice...
When he finally acquiesced
He learned that he was truly blessed
He opened up, he laughed and cried
He found the feelings once denied
He danced a reel and sang with glee
He set his lonely spirit free
He saw the beauty of the land
Was more than gold he had on hand
No silver did he wish to own
With Mother Nature he'd atone.
Once returned to home-sweet-home
He thought it nice to be a gnome
From then on he always cared
What he owned was gladly shared
***
Theo J. van Joolen©2011