I used to think when life was o'er
And I was laid to rest,
The measure of my bank account
Would mark my life's success.

But life has a funny habit
Of reducing dreams in size.
Or perhaps as we grow older,
We just see with clearer eyes.

I've thought the matter over
And I know the legacy that's best,
For it's not what we have that counts,
But how we've met each test.

If I can teach my child to smile,
As life meters out each knock,
They'll never need wealth untold,
To be the richest on the block!

Written by: Joan Mench