Author: Barbara Goodhew
I feel rich,I have no money or treasures.
I don't use money to measure.
My family and people that like me, is what matters.
It makes you feel good when they call just to chatter.
Some think because I'm meek and kind.
That it makes me weak in their mind.
Meek can't be to weak if the meek are going to inherit the earth.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Luc (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, December 6 2002, 10:31 am|
nice. the first two lines i like.
|Capricorn (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, December 6 2002, 12:28 pm|
Lovely poem Barb. You certainly don't need money to to feel rich. Money only pays the bills, it's people that add the richness to your life.
|barb (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, December 6 2002, 03:22 pm|
thank you for your comments, I look forward to them.
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