Treasure Island

Victoria Gauci

(1960 / Cleveland Ohio)

Golden Compassion


There is gold inside my heart,
For all creatures and mankind,
Not the shining precious metal,
That most people wish to find,
My gold is called compassion,
It runs deep within my soul,
There aren't any strings attached,
It is free to young and old,
I give it as a gift to all,
Who cross my path each day,
I do it so very subtly,
It may be a simple word I say,
It could be a tiny gesture,
a favor or a deed,
It could be anonymously helping,
Someone with a need,
If you would like some of my gold,
To have for your own heart,
Looking for it inside yourself,
Is the easiest place to start.

10/20/1993

Submitted: Saturday, January 14, 2012
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