A Writer's Wealth

My senior year in High School a friend once turned to me She asked, "After graduation, what will you then be?" With no hesitation, the words I gladly spoke "I'm going to be a writer." She laughing, said, "What a joke!" I wasn't as amused as my friend had seemed to be Writing was my passion and it set my spirit free She said, "Writers are just dreamers with many years, holding pen Once too late, there they sit wishing again and again That they had done things different instead of wasting time away And if you don't find yourself a career, that's going to be you one day." Seventeen years later, over coffee I explain "Though my pocket is quite empty my work is not in vain I may not be a journalist and traveled round the states Still I've been to many places and recorded special dates The many words I've written is a story from within Thoughts, feelings, where I'm going, the places I have been Remember years ago, when I made with you that bet That I would gain a lot of wealth and have no big regret? I may not have much money but I am wealthy as can be For there's a treasure that I hold that lives inside of me."