MemoryA Poem by Tate MorganWhat need have I for coins of Gold
The world has riches oh so rare but shares them only with a few What I love is worth so much more they are recollections of you I need so few of this worlds goods having all your thoughts, ways and deeds They lift my soul to the heavens where I plant loves garden of seeds Through your eyes I have seen wonders so numerous I can't count But oh such beauty none the less before God I could not recount What need have I for coins of Gold they can't buy what your eyes can see My treasure lies within your smiles stamped in the mint of Memory Tate
© 2013 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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