Little wealth have we but it’s more than enough;

for our hearts are full as the sea.

Our family, wide as an ocean stretch,

far as a mind can be.

And all our friends, like moons and stars,

revolve in a timeless way; through our lives and times

in an endless parade, as bright as a Summers day.

The searching remarks of a little child,

or the hug from one of this throng.

Mean more to us than the gleam of gold.

They’re the music of our life’s song.

 

 

David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1998