Folks who measure life with money
Are Just funny,
Price for me one happy day:
How much would I have to pay?
Appraise the smallest winking star;
Tell me what the sunsets are
Worth in terms of money?
Place me, Fates, between the greedy
And the needy.
If each day provides its bread,
Clothes, and shelter overhead;
Nature’s show for eye and ear;
Friends to know, and loved ones near,
I cannot be greedy.
by Ray Romine Friday, September 26, 1947
