Crystal and gold are mere things
They'll never hug you or hold you
Or give you wedding rings
They won't love you through your golden years
Nor wipe away your lonely tears
The earth you own will only be the 6 feet you're given
When the roll is called and you've gone to heaven
Love is the only gold we carry with us when we leave
And the (THINGS) we loved and left behind,
won't even grieve
I'd rather be a pauper without gold
Than be alone , as I grow old
If love is all I have when I leave earth
Then I'm richer than all gold's worth
By Bonnie Ray copy; 2005
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