LOSING SPECIAL TREASURES

It is not the value of the thing that has gone astray,
But the sentiment it has carried along life’s way.
It could be worth thousands or a dollar or two,
Beacuse you have had it your married life through.

My dear engagement ring worn for all these years
Came off my finger, so filled my heart with tears,
I never take it off, for it is as tight as can be,
It has fallen off my finger and ran away from me.

The emerald always shone and sparkled green,
It was of the prettiest rings I had ever seen,
Memories of when it was placed on my finger
Flood back in cascades of joy and now linger.

The gold band must have worn thin to fall,
I have searched in vain I wish it could call
And tell where it lies, for my heart is sad,
Not even a new ring would make me glad.

I’ll keep looking, although I know not where,
The poor ring is all alone lying somewhere,
I don’t suppose I’ll ever find it, but I can try,
I’ll never forget it, however much time goes by.

M Ann Margetson © January 26, 2001
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