Youthful Oaks

Silver greys temple bound
Folded contours to be found
Crow’s feet resting by each eye
Dappled skin from age spots spied
Hard of hearing, aches and pains
Slowing down to take the strains
Midriff spread and puffy paws
Signs of ageing evermore

But past the tide of ageing signs
Wisdom’s wealth lays realigned
Knowledge, skill, experience
Moulded from resilience
And memories that pave the way
From yesteryear to present day
So let us all uphold these folks
Who bring today; great youthful oaks!

Oak trees at Oak Alley Plantation (Photo credit: Morten Rand-Hendriksen)

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Riches Beyond Compare

I spy them sat behind their desks
The bankers in their suits
Counting up their bags of money
And precious gems to boot

And locked away in bank vaults
Are gold bars of so much worth
With all the other precious things
So treasured on the earth

But what do riches really mean
How can we add them up?
Are they really quite so tangible?
To come in silver cups

For aren’t there other valuables
Worth more than bars of gold
Those things in life so priceless
That we honour and behold

Those things that have no price tag
Those things that can’t be bought
Those things that mean so very much
That come with grace and thought

That come with love and kindness
With compassion and with care
Those riches that are free to all
That go beyond compare

So I spy the bankers counting
Their stash of gold money
But I would rather count up wealth
In riches I can’t see