Upon this earth, gold glimmers, treasures gleam,
Yet none compare to calm that dwells within.
The restless heart may chase each distant dream,
But finds no solace in the world’s loud din.
Ambition’s flame may light a fleeting road,
And riches heap like sand upon the shore,
But peace of mind, in tranquil silence sowed,
Outshines the jewels that kings and queens adore.
For what is fortune if the soul’s not free?
What worth has fame when worry shadows rest?
All worldly spoils dissolve in misery,
While inner peace endures and proves us blessed.
So seek not wealth in vaults or distant land
True treasure lies where gentle spirits stand.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: May peace be forever in your minds.
- Category: Reflection
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A peaceful write Gold. Yes - the end lines: somehow the meek and gentle will inherit the earth, though some laugh and scoff and say 'no way; they'll be trampled underfoot'.
I could possibly set this to a hymn tune, with only minor amendments, if you wish.
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