Treasures

Most treasures are no more than things possessed, Unnecessary things we do not need; And burdens too, from which we might be freed, If only we were not so wealth-obsessed. Yet all the while, ignoring that, we’re blessed With treasures unacknowledged in our greed. Our happiness might well be guaranteed If once a basic truth could be addressed: That even though we’re surfeited with things Of vaunted worth, one thing’s more precious yet, With which those other treasures can’t compare, Whatever else our varied fortune brings: The people we are lucky to have met, Those loved-ones and those friends for whom we care.