Wealth is all on how you take it
Materials are nice to have,
But are lived without.
What can you make by miracle
Or even sense of doubt?
Rich are those who see and visit
Even if by phone.
Love comes by not taking of one’s self
By giving what is your own.
By words, by experiences, by touch,
By listening, by standing and being tough;
By being there, outside physical means,
By holding hands with those who can’t read.
In good times when all you think is there
In bad times when you wither with despair
We’re all rich outside skin and bones
If you let in the light, the light will take you home.
Culture is a level
Outside the neighborhood
If you choose to stay inside
Do you think you really should?
Abound in experience
Close it in your heart
The garden it grows every day
Sometimes more than not.
Perhaps it’s a day to remind us
how we face the facts
feelings can’t describe
its in the way you act
Those who never understand
what these words will mean
poor are those who never learn
to be a human being.