The best things in life you can give,Are those that can't be seen,
Like forgiveness that extends from the olive,
Branch that wipes the slate clean;
Love measured as though fallen from a sieve,
Forever distributed in fair, equal portions—
Things that make this life such a joy to live,
Putting us in position, to others, to be a blessing.
Yet material things do enamor;
They divert our attention,
When so sweetly they wash upon sandy shore,
And lure us from our peregrination,
Iridescence awakening us from selfless torpor—
Aren't our needs worthy of mention?!
What about our desires?
Truly we're all vain—if not by our own admission...
Avarice and excess does have a nice ring,
Enough never really being much,
But what if you had the golden touch of a king,
And was confined to a world forever hushed?
What, therein, would exude rooted meaning?—
I couldn't live without a friend's hand to cusp.
Good friends make your life rich—
Even if you've nary dime to your name;
They'll give you truth when
Your ears for the contrary itch,
For they know to lie is to play a winless game;
And, at times, when we're perfidious,
Their faith in our true nature won't ever wane;
Always there to encourage and admonish,
Nothing in life is there greater to gain.
Yes, money is great to have;
Everyone wants nice things—
A pool of green in which to lave,
Or a new Porsche to race upon Nürburgring—
But material things are corrosive;
Too high a regard thereof wears
Away at your inner being—
Yet, still, the best things we can receive,
In life, are those things that can't be seen.
- Kevin B. Waring
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