Is it always reaching for something just beyond our reach
like a piece of gold
with its brilliant rays?
We don't really need it
We don't really desire it other than the fact
that others desire it more
Why then do we reach for something
that will only further our debt in our wallet
and not matter as it makes heavy our pockets?
Why is it that we desire what we can not have
and do not need?
Is the house really in that bad of shape
that the patched holes hide a story that only shapes its character?
Does the family have so much noise that we forget
the comfortable silence that took so long to build?
Where will my children call home
if our home has moved a half dozen times?
Another chapter in our families story is being written
Do I dare make the marks over the lines
that have already been written?
Should the story always start with a clean page
as each new day promises
as the alarm rings
and dog barks
Our story only looks worn as we view it through our own
prescription glasses
Aren't books that are aged and tired
more valued than the synthetic covers and plastic bindings of the new ones?
Is treasure we look for like the new jeans my daughter bought at a high price?
They are worn, fringed, torn and faded
(just like ones I used to wear
but longed for others without holes)
Is it that we have always had the gold that others have
but as time changes
someone
somewhere
takes our vision away from the simple, mundane life we have grown accustomed to?
A simple life
One that has gold already
somewhat tarnished
that needs to polished
and treasured
as a priceless coin
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