Some claim to have it, others do not,
The debate lives long and tall,
So let us now truly reveal,
The greatest gift of all,
Some say its talent, it allows,
To reach all of ones goals,
But often what we tend to find,
The happiness soon runs cold,
Some say it's their partner, their presence,
Perpetuates the feeling of need,
But perfect no one can claim to be,
In divorce, they're truly freed,
Many believe it is in money,
Your wealth dictates your life,
But to that I'd say illness has no boundaries,
And health, no private price,
So wherefore is this gift of all,
That many of us long to receive,
And how do we obtain it, keep it, store it,
Safely from the thieves,
Our gift is eternal, not quantitative,
The value is absolute,
And on that day of our salvation,
Many will discover the truth.
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