LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

What I lost was only money,

A sparkle that fades, a fleeting value,

In the hand that empties, a weight that falls,

But in the soul, a story that never leaves.

The coins told of a path laid out,

But the journey changed, I found myself on the other side,

In the emptiness left behind, the echo calls,

I gained a story to tell forever.

What are numbers worth, the gold in hand,

If the heart lives on memories that withstand?

I lost what is little, gained what is grand,

Life opened up, with a new door at hand.

Now I smile, unafraid to stray,

For amidst the loss, I found my way

To the wealth that lives in each moment's light,

And the power of story, in the wind's flight.

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