My Riches

So what If I have riches,
the ones that all must have,
Inside I cry and yell,
its never been my plan.

So what if I am beautiful,
They say I really am,
and all I see in my reflection,
is not what you wannna have.

Call me blessed and somewhat  praised,
tell me, that im so cool
cause my riches are beyond
what others wish they could.

The skies the limit, they tend to say,
they look in disbelief,
and notice all the things  I have
and fail to notice me.

My house may stand much taller,
my pockets may be full,
my nails are probably done,
my fridge is really full,

My health is of the greatest.
My children gifts from god,
inside I hide my truth,
of what I feel is wrong.

And as you sit and you assume
that my life is better than.
Rethink and notice for a sec.
Inside I'm not that glad.

It is not what treasures I may have
or things you may all want.
It is the soul beneath the skin
,the one you should have sought.

My fun my laughter and my soul
are pure and simple to..
The things that are material
I'd give them all to you.

For I am happy with the things
that come free from god above,
the rain,the clouds the trees the sun,
the stars and yes, real love.

For being alive to smell the food
to walk amongst the crowds.
To have a voice, to hear all
lifes great and splendid sounds.

To touch, to feel, to love to be,
a woman and a friend.
That you can one day come to me
my shoulder I would lend.

Some riches I dont care for
the ones that  stay behind.
The riches I want to hold on to,
I can  take to the other side!

12-17-09