Could I but choose my kind of wealth,
I'd be the richest king,
To have a host of loyal friends
Whose hearts such treasures bring.
Not of the kind that gold can buy,
But courtesy and cheer,
A bit of sympathy, a prayer,
And sometimes just a tear.
I then would be earth's richest man,
However the road would bend,
For waiting there at every turn
Would be a faithful friend.
Paul Yanek