Treasure

True riches aren’t silver or gold,

But wisdom that guides as we grow old.


Patience, the weapon that conquers the fight,

Turns darkest of hours to radiant light.


Faith is the armor that shields every fear,

Its strength ever-present, always near.


Laughter’s the tonic that heals every pain—

A joy that’s abundant as summer rain.


All these are TREASURES, priceless and free,

The gifts of the heart, for you and for me.


Penned 

NJ

Love Urself. 


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