Mercies Untold

 

I'm given jewels instead of dross,

Joy instead of pain,

A cushioned bed without a cross -

Ambrosial domain.
 

Overflowing deference

From a chalice made of gold

Is cradled to my thirsty lips -

Opulence untold.
 

Why pour out hidden treasures

On one homely and vile,

While most of fine society

I constantly revile?
 

 You can make or break me,

For I am just a child.

My life is held within your glance -

My soul inside your smile.