Monday, August 29, 2016

The Thing That Counts





It’s not in the number of dollars we earn
Or in how much treasure we lay in store
The measure of pleasure in life’s return
Depends on Who we are doing it for

It’s not in whether skies are gray or blue
Or what this-or-that’s ultimatum will prove
The pleasure of all that we say and do
Depends, in the end, on its measure of love

How hollow the loveless laughter cold-rings
How shallow the self-aggrandizing toast
How lovely are life’s simple, common-place things
When love is the reason that matters most

© Janet Martin


No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.