True Treasure 

 

They spoke of treasure, lost and grand,
Of golden hoards beneath the sand,
Of chests with locks and shining keys,
Of rubies deep as sunset seas.
 
They whispered tales of emerald caves,
Of sapphires cold in crystal waves,
Of diamonds carved in secret stone,
And crowns a monarch’s hand had known.
 
I searched those maps and chased the lore,
Through jungled paths and ocean floor,
But every gem, though rich and bright,
Felt hollow in the fading light.
 
Then one soft night, around the flame,
A voice called out my childhood name,
And laughter bloomed, a warm embrace,
In every weathered, loving face.
 
A hand in mine. A shared old song,
The feeling I’d been home all along.
No coin could match, no jewel compare,
To firelight stories, love laid bare.
  
So, if you ask what treasure gleams,
It’s not in gold or silver dreams,
But in the hearts, we hold and keep,
The ones who wake us, guard our sleep.

For time will rust what gold once grew,
But love remembered stays true-blue.
And that, I’ve found, in life’s deep end,
Is treasure: family, and a friend.

 

 

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