My life is a journey through a market town lined with baskets from end to end
Energy, focus, and attention are in my pocket; the Currency I will spend
The sellers peddle pride, power, and riches;
these are the commodities of choice,
if I fill my basket with these things, the world will not disappoint
But my pockets are shallow, my Currencies run thin and the burden of choice commodities rubs hard against my skin
So I opt for lighter fare the ones discarded in the snow - Creativity. Simplicity. Happiness. Don’t you know?
And Life and Love and Music,
and children’s Laughter and Fun and Play!
so much to fill my baskets with barely a charge, per se
By my journey’s end I have baskets heavy with their load
Not a burden, but a mantle - they are comforts for my Soul
I have Ten Million Baskets filled with Love and Joy and Peace
My baskets are reminders of a life well loved, and dreams of good that never cease.
