I have a hundred books,
Whose leaves, like confetti in the wind,
Have kept me sane at times
In a mad, mad world.
I have pennies by the thousand,
Whose tarnished copper, not gold
Have bought me bread at times
In an impoverished world.
I have scores of clothes,
Whose threadbare patterns, not silk
Have kept me warm at times
In the coldest night.
I have water to drink,
By the bucket load, like rainfall
Kept me clean and thirstless
In the summer’s drought.
My most valued asset cannot be seen
It is that invisible force, like wind
That blows through your life –
The time I have is yours.