Bushelbasketed

who loves the hid­den sides of our­selves? if we give us a com­pli­ment on ex­pressed ac­tiv­i­ty why do we de­mur, or give back­hand­ed grat­i­tude? why then do we get blue when our bushel­bas­ket­ed tal­ents with­er in ob­scu­ri­ty? why is it so hard to ex­press love and the things of con­se­quence to each oth­er? why do we ques­tion in­stead of act­ing?