My Treasure Chest
From an early age i didn`t grasp the concept of value of simple commodities.
I went against the grain,that simply was not me, in hindsight.
Spells in prison made me look at life from a differant angle.
Also the near death experience, a wake up call.
A marriage failed, a daughter to compensate of whom i adore.
Hannah being in her 22nd year with third grandchild on tow.
My treasure chest was opened, overspilt with happiness.
The meeting of my soulmate,life feelings complete.
My beliefs was sent from above.The meeting of Jeanette be it fate.
Not all the treasure nor materials could measure nor buy how i feel.
My fiance` family an individual priceless piece of what lies in the treasure chest
Happiness for me.Keep gold money etc.., you can`t buy what i have.
Sponsor Anthony Slausen
Contest Name Treasure Chest...What's in yours? Have you found it yet?
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2013
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