Tuesday, April 14, 2015


What secrets some keep
In vaults buried deep
Perhaps jewels of history
With new owners of mystery
And the necessity of needs
Sprouts from bitter seeds
What we covet and desire
Lights an insatiable fire
And of a loss you may weep
For things never yours to keep
But nothing can ever be secure
While the world has its poor
Always the truth must be told
That life is still worth less than gold