Poor Man's Memory

Though you can see no wealth,
It's hidden deep inside,
He never needed money,
Or that sense of evil pride.

Thankful for all given,
He walked the winding line,
Freed from all the silly things,
That leave us in decline.

His child's laughter worth as much,
As money is to you,
Arms of strength to hold her tight,
To show her what is true.

Nostalgia found within the sun,
Happy just to live,
Solace found within a breeze,
Love is his to give.

He never worries what will come,
He's always made it through,
The less you have, the more you fight,
To keep what touches you.