Mediocre beads strung onto pale white
Yarn; looked so beautiful in the right light.
Father frowned and shook his head
As he turned toward me and said -
"Value not what you want but what you need."
Outlining slowly, I traced the beads;
Repeating those words as I walked away.
In a box I put the beads and taped it shut,
There to help me through any little rut,
Easy on the heart but not on the eyes.
Obscurely, I placed them in a wooden box
Named: "Knick-knacks and such rip-offs" -
Eternity shining in the glamour within.
