Many traditions, are lost to the past
Most I don't know, though some cross my path
One just encountered, caught my gaze
One where sacred possessions, we're given away
Called a potlatch, from native teachings
'Twas to detach, from material needings
Disregarded, by the American man
Equality in life, was their demand
About releasing-to lose physical attachments
Giving things unwanted-considered a sacrilege
If something was not utilized, it could be taken back
Is love's the same-and not accepted, should you turn your back?
Love not easily shown, has been my problem
I need it known, before I can do more shoppin'
If she doesn't realize, my love was real
Then-complete, is something, I'd never feel
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