When we reach the age of reason
every one of us is given
a piggy bank.
It is a treasure box, a porcelain Heart
destined to be broken
on our last Day.
I wish I could fill up mine
with jingling words like
caring and sharing, spring and beginning
and not with coins of bitterness,
for Love is the true richness
the only wealth that really matters!
© Frédéric Georges Martin