On my journey through the meadows,
I have seen the good… the bad.
It sometimes made me happy,
but I also felt what’s sad.
I have seen the people laughing.
They had happiness around.
But also seen the poverty,
I’ve seen them broken at the ground.
With every step I’ve taken,
I kept my feet tight to the floor.
This way I learned of feelings.
I gained a lot thing more.
I found that we are dreamers,
Do I search for pots of gold?
No, I better see the happiness,
when there are little things to hold.
Because if money bought me loving
I would be a hypocrite
A friendship is more valuable
then that gold, I must admit.
Aqua1955
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John Cappello 02 Apr 2015
Excellent Art CreationAi Shan 13 Sep 2010
Erg mooi werk en gedicht, Ben!Emily Reed 13 Sep 2010
Waht a beauty@Sharon Gonzalez 12 Sep 2010
HOW ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS BOTH IMAGE AND POEM, BEN.ruth sears 12 Sep 2010
absolutely exquisite!