Reflections of my life are mirrored in my heart and deepest thoughts.

My wrinkled brow and whitened hair show the battles I lave lost.

My arms and hands speak of labor and long days’ toil

And I have watched, while others took the spoils…..

But the victory I have tasted with great joy,

Is the love I have felt for others, since I was a small boy.

No talent or treasure could buy, for true love is not sold,

The love I hope to give to everyone is my gift of purest gold.

by Tom Stratton