I was crass and crude to say that having tons of money
could lift one’s soul to wondrous heights and make one’s spirits sunny.

I thought a bit about the sadness of that flippant poem,
about a life without a wife, a life lived all alone.

For waking up and seeing sun light up a lover’s face,
and sleeping all night in the grasp of a tender, warm embrace,

and feeling soft lips touch your own with a fine good-morning kiss,
and feeling your heart smile each morn as you arise with bliss,

such treasures can’t be bought or sold or ever weighed or sliced.
They are not of the mortal plane, and never can be priced.

Yes, love is the greatest gift, the most beautiful song ever played.
I hope this poem now touches hearts and maybe gets me laid.