Jeff Rushton


Who Will Hold? - Poem by Jeff Rushton

I hold with me a treasure greater than gold
It is mine, but owned and inherited by only one
Valued by some as little, others as million dollar treasure
An heirloom given me from father and mother
Never losing its luster, only growing greater
Given at birth but not recognized or held as a prize until I realized
The value is not in money but in holding on to that which others spend
In pressure or in hopes of a greater treasure
Fleeting, depressing, lost or stolen, it is gone. Never to return...broken
I hold with me a treasure greater than gold
One day it will be given, not through anticipation, pressure of pleasure
But will be bestowed upon one who will treasure
Hold and behold the value and eternal growth of an
Heirloom that will be handed down from generation to generation
Never to leave
Fulfilled

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  • Rookie Whit H (9/3/2008 12:19:00 AM)

    Wow! that is good! ............. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 3, 2008



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