The Richest Person

It’s been many years since I saw her face,

Always filled with gentleness and grace,

Sitting there in her favourite armchair,

Painted nails and backcombed hair,

Holdall with her slippers, not much more,

Chocolates for family she adored to adore,

She lived simply, with only that in her flat,

As needed, no clutter, or anything like that,

The barest of comforts were jewels to her,

Children, grandchildren like diamonds and fur,

She never wanted, or expressed discontent,

Knowing what true happiness really meant,

Her secret was being satisfied with what she had,

And this dress of contentment she always clad,

She lived simply, with only that in her flat,

As needed, no clutter, or anything like that.

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5 Responses to The Richest Person

  1. Liora says:

    So very true!! Beautifully written Dals!

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