Like A Whisper......For John

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Gold in his pocket
yet he was still poor
For gold means nuthin'
if you are wandering the wilderness
of your own life

If I do not see my own value
How do I value any other thing
Gold in my pocket
yet I am still poor

A man of sorrow even as
a boy
he grew into his legacy
So sad, such a waste
of a soul
Spirit broken, never reclaimed
I send love and healing
to my pioneer husband
So very long ago
It does not seem real now
Was it real?

If I do not see my own value
How do I value any other thing
Gold in my pocket
yet I am still poor

Love was a foreign language
to him
No way to translate the
dialect
So, he let go the gold he discovered
in the river beds
of his long and labored life
He did not recognize the
glimmer and the
gleam

If I do not see my own value
How do I value any other thing
Gold in my pocket
yet I am still poor

Gone now, passed on
Away...like a whisper that
never found its
lover's ear
Sometimes late in the night
I think I hear it come
back around
Yet, it fades in the early break
of another day
The haunted whisper
of words unsaid
Unspoken
Unknown

Dear rider of the great wilderness
It is my sincere hope
My wish for you
That your life lived next time
Is one of your allowance
of love
The love of the one person
you
must
love
first

If I do not see my own value
How do I value any other thing
Gold in my pocket
yet I am still poor