When having it all takes all that you have,
How much do you lose, claiming prizes you crave?
Accomplish all aims to build bounty and barns.
Turn straw into gold, spinning platters and yarns.
Escape interactions to chase the crusade.
Voice every victory; you’ve got it made,
Except what you’ve forfeited – stuff you can’t count.
Rich treasures? Whatever. Who knows the amount?
c2013 by Linda Ann Nickerson
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Nice poem, quite thought-provoking. Sometimes in chasing after our ambitions, we forget to value what we already have.
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