I’m rich in life in so many ways,

and I’m not counting money.

I haven’t got too much of that,

it’s not money that makes you funny.

I’m wealthy when it comes to friends,

the very special kind.

Those that get me without words,

the friends that can read my mind.

I have a treasure trove of memories,

a collection of beautiful things.

A panoply of love and dreams,

No need for armour with wings.

Joy that fills each and every day,

costs nothing but my time.

Time I have for those I love,

that helps make my life sublime. 

~ Liza



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