Treasure By Measure Poem by Martino Fortuin

If ye counteth not ye
Who will opt for thee
If ye standeth not tall
In much shall ye be small

If ye speaketh not true
How then will it ring for you?
If you loveth of none
Thither shalt thee be undone

Of riches be not all torn
Lest ye find solace in scorn
'template in leaving behind
Something pleasurable to find

Hasten not a return to the soil
Savour the fruits of your laborious toil
Take heart from the measure
That life was your treasure