Treasure Trove Of Hope
I inherited from my father
a treasure trove of hope.
As I was in the twilight zone of content life
I wanted to sell the jewel
to someone who gave the highest price I wanted.
After many had walked away,
not buying at my quoted price,
a sullen man readily purchased without bargaining bout.
As he was leaving I asked him the reason
why he purchased on my terms.
He said he was under desperate pressure
within a mental rut, riding the rollercoaster of hopeless life
that he felt shatter and plummet
to a despondent dark depth of agony,
from where the gleam of the treasure,
he hoped would light up the pathway to happiness.
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