Valuables Poem by Sarah Persson

I've never had much in the way of coin wealth,
But I've gained so much more in my thoughts,
The most valued thing that most really is not,
To have loads in my pocket but love,to have not.

How do we live with just thoughts of great wealth,
Not a care for much else without riches,
No love and no family, no excitement for life,
Just money, more money than a man loves his wife.

Can all of this wealth repair all our fears?
Or is this the fear we fear most?
To toss the coin high, make a choice in lifes game,
Or let the coin roll and you may find a drain.

How deep is the drain, are there rats or just leaves?
Perhaps there are remnants of late summer nights,
Where thoughts were amongst our close freindships and wishes,
Where the warmth blushed our cheeks and the laughter we'd cherish.

No money can build what this world has in beauty,
No joys can be found in a bank note that's torn,
And patches of tape that, once pulled they tear more,
Yes our friendship's worth all that my heart can adore.