Treasure
It is not of silver and gold
But of young and old
Gleaming eyes,Smiling face
Dreams I chase
Star light
Moon lit night
A babbling creek
Wispering wind
Time and space
Leather and lace
A childs smile
Their company a while
Fathers voice,Mothers touch
Sisters and brothers
Never a bother
Treasures over looked
SoI write in my book
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