A Wealth Of Precious Rich Memories Poem by Terence George Craddock

God in my heart
only two things
did I promise thee

when I had grown
a little older wiser
with heartfelt eyes

discerning perceiving
understanding could
with some degree of clarity;

this world see
I noticed God
the happy and desperately

unhappy and thought
happiness was one
of the greatest gifts

that could be given
not cold cash money
emerals gold diamonds;

that could be stolen
but a wealth of rich
memories moments

of beautiful happiness
written in soulful eyes
that pause to smile;


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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