With Grace II

I have sun through my window, gold dust on the beam
so whatever I feel and how things may seem
I have treasure abundant and am a rich man
Life sees to that whenever it can

I have jewels laid down whenever it rains
or the dew in the morning with many refrains
I have colours abundant in flower and tree
Wealth, riches and treasure bestowed here for free

So how could I ever be so selfish to say
that life's not provided for me here today
No, that would be churlish, a slap in the face
to this treasure trove here given freely with grace

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics [the dog is ‘Wolfgang’ – my daughter’s; he’s a Patterdale Terrier]

When the poetry is done

I’ll wrap these words around me
like a comfort blanket they
Calming me and warming
in a very special way

I’ll take these words and scatter
like confetti to the breeze
to celebrate the marriage
of a verse to rhymes like these

I’ll craft these words so precious
A treasure every one
as collective they bring riches
when the poetry is done

©Jemverse

Simply a sixpence

I once had a sixpence
that was shiny and new
and was full of the joy
of the good it would do
But its devaluation
over time was intense
as now it is worth
just over two pence

Back then it could get me
a brand new toy car
or a big bag of sweets
from my favourite jar
But now there is nothing
that alone it can buy
An indictment to life
so sad I could cry

But putting time to one side
for the moment at least
there is plenty besides
on which we can feast
For that memory brings back
a smile for the years
Days of innocence shared
with laughter and tears

And though the sixpence
won’t purchase anything now
It’s intrinsic value
is greater somehow
For its memory holds treasure
making me a rich man
in more ways than money
ever did or still can

©Jemverse