Gift Wrapper

I exchanged my brown paper

For bright colors and patterned draper.

Switched my twine

For a newer, more expensive design.

Tie myself together

With ribboned lace and merry weather.

Top myself off with a pretty bow

And watch my confidence grow.

Now all the roosters flock

To see what’s in the shiny box.

But, whatever, was wrong with before

When no-one was at my door?

Are my contents not the same

As before I made my exchange?

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[Chris]

The first third of life gets spent seeking notice - the second third is trying to continue being noticed. The last third is wondering what to do now...