All That Glitters. Poem by Jill Shah

As we walk down our obsidian pathways of life,
I see glowing, golden beams of light.
I go forward, eyes trained on the beams eagerly,
Only to find treasure that is not for me.
Heaping mountains of diamond and gold
Memories of lives well-lived
Await the others in this labyrinth.
Why are they not for me?

As I look down to my path, I see
Shattered glass, specks of fool's gold,
And bits of glitter -
Happy moments on dark pathways,
Shining dimly, but nevertheless giving light.
I shall collect them, hoard their glows.
By saving them, I have,
If not a the sun, a flashlight.

When I reach the end of my path,
I hope my glitter will build and surpass
The treasure of those who saw only the end,
And ignored the glitter at their feet.