By Maya Green
Of monies, gold, silver and property
There may be little or none in store
But of many children and friends
Abundance may come, in different forms
Or different shades, feel or tunes
Well — such is the given ride
Of both treasures, and of children
Some have little, or none at all
But of health and physical strength
These in abundance may come
So an active lifestyle is hence
— A treasure trove of plenty
As for the seemingly bereft
With having nothing at all:
Only a begging bowl, is all there is
But of that sparkle in the eyes
And that subtle smile on the face —
It may say it all, of the want for nothing
So how strange and ironic, hence
This stage of a world we live in
Where to each is given —
In fair measure, portion and all
Sometimes it comes, sometimes it goes
But there’s rhyme, and fairness to it all
So begrudge not, each other’s fate
Nor go against the universal tide
Just be present, and be ever thankful
And just enjoy the given ride:
Living life, always to the fullest
If you can — the only thing you could
