Wooden Nickels Poem by Ronald Strickland

Recalling the silly advice my grandfather so very often gave, don't take any wooden nickels he would say.

Throughout my life I would repeat, the same silly advice my loving grandfather gave.

During my lifetime so many people from different walks of life has past my way. Some with grief that their lives gave, and valued goodness that came their way, and returned it with all they could pay, kindness and love. The value from the heart is truly a gift.

Some with so much greed and without truth, that wooden nickels was all they gave.

When I get to the Pearly Gates, I trust that all the wooden nickels I have collected throughout life will pay my way.