I thought that my security,
Was in the things that I owned;
I spent a whole lifetime,
But, it was me…that they possessed.
Amassing many treasures,
Collecting things of worth;
One by one…I piled them up,
Practically from my date of birth.
Oh, there were times I gave away,
Some of my many extras;
I felt rather smug…indeed,
Whenever I gave to others.
But, I was quick to add once more,
To my collection of treasures;
I never seemed to have enough,
Of comforts…for this ‘worldly’ creature.
Work hard…and long,
Pinch every single penny;
There wasn’t time for fun,
And friends…I hadn’t many.
No, I was too busy acquiring,
Things to make me happy;
Surely, when I had enough,
Then, I’d consider myself…lucky.
The things that I longed for,
And, the things that I acquired;
They never filled the void,
I never had all that I desired.
Comes the time…in each one’s life,
When we finally realize;
We are on a treadmill…going nowhere,
Security…wore a strange disguise.
The price was high,
Far too high…for me to pay;
‘Things’ don’t make for happiness,
And, I turned…without further delay.
The ‘things’ I had acquired,
They only held me down;
I was a slave to them,
For ‘things’…I’d played the clown.
That day…my eyes were opened,
I saw what has true worth;
To be content with little,
While we are here on earth.
And, should we be blessed with much,
Just see the joy that it brings;
To pass it on…give to others,
See the happiness it brings.
The ‘receiver’ is blessed,
And, the ‘giver’ blessed…perhaps even more;
To see one so very happy,
Makes the ‘giver`s’ heart to soar!
October 17, 2003
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