Gold-diggers

We learn from little ones to mine for moment-gold!

None can afford to make less than the most of what we hold

The secret to true happiness is found in moment-gold

Through time’s incessant change we find some things remain intact

The more that we are thankful for, the less we seem to lack

The season after planting and before harvest runs rife

With that which appears common but becomes the best of life  

Where we, merchants of moment-gold are on a spending spree

…a once-in-a-lifetime investment opportunity

Futile to fret about the Yet that begets come-what-may

These little girls with pretty curls soon up and fly away

And curious boys so full of noise and wonder’s joys grow tall

Honing a mother’s hunger in the hurry of it all

So much to learn in the return of what time tries to teach

Where wisdom that we earn comes from lessons long out of reach

Where happiness we find must still be mined from moment-gold

Where it is not too late to make the most of what we hold

(last verse optional)

(the pitter-patter of bare feet soon paves a lost highway

futile to gaze down airborne streets through haze of yesterday

futile to pine for prizes pressed in morrow's mystic mold

better to make the most of today's precious moment-gold)

© Janet Martin

  Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have,

 because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”

Heb.13:5