Fortunes Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

I used to dream of fortunes
And having material things.
Now, I dream of smiles
Only little children bring.

Children bring you riches
In what they do and say.
Lighten up your heart;
On long cold dreary days.

They never ask for much.
To them, you are the world.
They only need your love
To make them happy boys and girls.

Poor is the man
Who pushes them away.
He'll never know the love...a fortune
He could have had one day.