I have riches you know not of,
The wealth of ages, trapped within me
The rewards of a life, thus far well lived,
I am the richness of my experiences,
The product of every storm I’ve weathered.
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stephentotheplate 
December 21, 2016 at 12:34 am
Oh my my my, another fabulous poem from you–I LOVE it! And I echo its sentiments, theme.
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December 21, 2016 at 4:42 am
Thanks Stella! Glad you enjoyed the piece. 😊
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December 21, 2016 at 7:00 am
I truly did!!
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December 21, 2016 at 7:03 pm
Thank you. Your kind comments are always appreciated. 😌
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December 21, 2016 at 8:59 pm
Most welcome always ❤
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December 21, 2016 at 5:00 am
Oh wow – by far my favorite read from all the prompt entries that I read. Bravo!
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December 21, 2016 at 6:13 am
Thank you! Very kind of you, I’m glad you enjoyed the piece and welcome to the blog! 😊
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December 22, 2016 at 9:51 pm
I like this idea. I forget who said it, but it was something like “Don’t regret anything, because everything you’ve done, and everything that’s happened, was necessary to bring you to here, now.”
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December 23, 2016 at 7:43 am
Thank you and I agree with the paraphrase. We are the summation of our experiences. Thanks for stopping by. 😌
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December 28, 2016 at 3:49 am
very true…
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December 28, 2016 at 4:51 pm
Thank you 😊
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