The joys of giving, and gratitude: A poem

Seldom do we realise that there is immense joy in giving 

That in such sharing we find the truest meaning of living 

Those that have and selfishly only seek what they are entitled 

should bear witness to the magnanimity of those who have a little 

They that give, however, should not expect any returns for their deeds 

Nor seek accolades or praise, but remember it is in the need 

to pay back destiny or the ones from whom one had received 

over past lives. That this is the way in which fate does heave 

In any case, one ought to give from the choices that are all too sublime 

Not for returns of benevolence, that may not happen in one lifetime 

That to harp about one’s deeds takes away the good from the goodness 

And leaves it in the hands of Satan, for claiming without astuteness 

For Satan heeds those that voice aloud the honour of their acts 

And God watches and commends those that with him have a silent pact 

But those who have been in receipt of favours and gifts bountiful 

should always remember the benefactor and be eternally grateful 

For every soul has a record and destiny is the ultimate record-keeper 

And every rebirth manifests the story of who is the giver and who is the receiver