Oh, I have riches worth far more
Than all of Midas gold,
Not wealth that in the bank is kept,
But what the heart doth hold.
The priceless gift of work is mine,
A work I love to do;
And each day's tasks fills time so full.
I am never sad or blue.
The love of song, the love of books,
These are part of wealth;
But far above all these, I count
The luxury of health.
But more than all the rest, I count
A friendship, tried & true,
For that is where all real wealth lies
In having friends like you!!
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