Treasure Poem by Paul Reed

Treasure



We are building up a stock of days
To call upon when we grow old,
Filling our hearts with joy
So that they withstand the cold;

Will we ever be this carefree again?
So wrapped around with love,
Our brimming plates laid down to us,
No need to push and shove;

Our clothes, newly-washed and ironed
Arranged for us to wear,
Each day filled with laughter and play
Fending off sorrow and care;

Each day spent thus, a paradise
At leisure, no frenzied hurry,
These days our youthful treasure
To slake tomorrow’s worry

Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: youth
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