Ponder Another Gift

How can they buy me?

But not care for me.

I think you expect us to work

without a human touch 

or Mother Nature's gifts.

Too bad; those in conjunction are vital.

You can find us at your nearest relative's house,

who is aloof to all of us on the counter and shelves.

We're as fit as a fiddle and vigorous  

the moment we're thanked for.

Nonetheless, in due course,

we are expected to bend and rust,

like a bicycle in the rain.

Oh, how I wish I was in the rain.

Take a card to your next celebration,

and save us for those with green thumbs.

We yearn for their solicitude.