Lament of Living in Paradise

I open the door To a bedroom galore. Full of toys, candy, and much much more But woeful me! I surely should own a store. I walk over to my treasure box And open to peek at it’s hidden lore. It’s filled with wealth stacked upon one another like building blocks Yet all I could think about is having more. Believe it or not, my parents are poor, They gave me all they had and then a little more. Now I have all they own, yet I wanted more. I would like their forgiveness now, I implore. Yet I fear I have went too far, I deplore, And when I’m finally done this may be my only stock and store, But now I know what I really had, and finally don’t want anymore. Now I want to give back, to put out the final embers of my spoiled core. I give my family all that I have now, In return for what they once gave me. They gave me their love and much much more, and I shall repay the favor Forevermore. Forevermore