No Wealth Greater Than Love

They sing the songs of victory, of triumph and success
They sing of all the rich and bold, of those adventurous
The good, the bad, the smitten lovers, all those doomed to fail
But who remembers the innocent, hidden in history's veil?

Every day, a person dies, having lived a cruel short life
Who will remember them after the passing of the child, husband or wife?
What does it mean to have success, if just to be forgotten?
No good to be remembered yet we still speak of the ill gotten

In life, what are we looking for, with what time we cherish here?
Our numbered years come racing by, yet recognition is our fear
How will our lives be measured; for not all become famous
At the end of the day we're a piece of stone... the forgotten one, the nameless

Yet all have loved, and all have known what love is truly now
Perhaps our goal should not be gain, but to seek and to allow
To love another... is that not the ultimate gift and treasure
Money comes to end and ruin but love does have no measure

What if we could value ourselves with family and friends
Instead of owning money and gaining fame before the end?
What would you want to be remembered as: the person with some wealth?
Or the person who loved and was loved; who smiled in sickness and health?

Author's Note

Very few people are remembered after those they knew pass away. Yet many spend their lives concerned with money and fame. But what if we could value ourselves -and our lives- in a different way?
Any feedback would be much appreciated. Thanks!

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

This is such a marvelous poem. It's so beautifully written and flows very well. Words seem to fail me.

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you so much! Your kind words mean so much to me!

[icelandicblue]

This is a very profound poem. I agree with you wholeheartedly. Love is the bridge to each other and really the only legacy worth anything when we depart this earth.I was moved by your words.

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you so much for your touching words!